LA visions, tonight, sobered me
junior high hells of extortion and conformity.
The teacher from college who couldn't believe it was real
scared me with his stories ... all I want to do
is get away from the edge of the city's sore.
He goes to the school every day amazed ....
He knows that, but for his tie, they'd rob him.
He sees minds dying, pitifully smothered
never having known clear perceptions.
All of us, here, pushing to get to the top,
somebody's got to fall.
Best to forget them and move on
and try not to look back
not to hear the screams of those who pay
for being born in the wrong place.
We've got FM radio and shopping malls
and a world that seldom borders on theirs.
All we have to do is keep track of the edge of their world
and keep moving, one step ahead of their cries.
gallagher
25 jan 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —