Leaving SF (For Candy)

A not so
Innocent
Bystander

On stand by
Standing by

The birds
Stripped of song
Pluck the sleep
From my eyes

Guitars float
Neckless across
The splintered
Face of the bay

My skin, taut and
built up with
Years of
Fog, mist and the
Unseen sediment
Of soil

Eye sores and
Faults plague my
Skin at a distance

Oh, San Francisco
An incantation of
Cants

Can’t leave
Can’t stay
Can’t remember
Can’t forget
Can’t deny
Can’t cry
Can’t love
Can’t hate
You

SF, a lump
Of feelings in
My throat

An inhale of
Fog

Exhaled

© 2016 Tony Robles

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