EXITING LOS ANGELES I am closing my door on Los Angeles, this city of my dreams. It is not it¹s light but rather, my light that I now withhold from this place of darkness. Los Angeles, a potpourri of spices and sweets, now a cauldron brewing with hate. Los Angelenos content in their own ignorance, beaming and beautiful, arrayed in the full costume of indifference. snugged in what they perceive their security. Naturally there are exceptions, few and far in between but, eventually even they succumb to either the ooze of pride or the slime of scorn. I must make haste because even now, I feel the stickiness beneath my sole. Phillips Ghee Aug/99
Reason for writing:
This actually an anti-inspriration poem because I never wanted to write it. It was birthed out of an anguished soul.
Does anyone out there feel it also ?
Birth sign: Pisces
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