Three San Francisco Poems

by the Editorial Staff of Uncanny Valley Magazine

Sorry, I Have A Thing. (Fifth)

by Douglas Slayton

Mornings or evening when they tear out streets

the routes change or disappear completely.

When the cold is close in the heavy sheets

the sound keeps me steady only briefly.

When I'm lost, there are always two ways home.

The day marches when time is all you need.

Beach lights dying, where I sink like a stone.

This is change not growth, I am no seed.

When we talk, I talk quickly, thoughtlessly.

I make the same decisions every time

everyone dissipates through the country.

Not feeling better, I'm holding the line.

The full moon is always a day early

or day late, nothing ends so easily.

Chris's Poem's Title

by Chris Alarie

A placeholder for

Chris's poem

About San Francisco

I hope it is good

But mostly I hope

It is finished

On time

Otherwise

We will have to

Publish the placeholder

San Francisco

by Alexis Faulkner

It is possible to have a good day everyday you are 

Alive in San Francisco

The air near the ocean is so fresh and damp

It's easy to breathe but hard to keep the clothes

In your closet from molding

The most beautiful intersections are the ones where

Two neighborhoods hold hands

Like Arguello and Fillmore and California and Broadway

It is so peaceful to feel always cold and watch the

Fog cover everything

It is so dangerous to take BART to see your friends

Play at the Sugar Mountain because you might

Miss the last train and the 800 is filled with

Zombies and also the warehouse isn't even near a train

It is so burrito to have eating in Dolores

Many people are leaving the city now

Some of them have moved to Los Angeles and New York City and Paris

It is a hard place to dream of and a sad place to

Leave behind

Alexis Faulkner is Executive Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.