My last stand will be in New York city.

Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.

      






















My last stand will be in New York City.

 
I want to go to New York City.
Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.
Whispering stories of things to come.
I wonder what he did to remember her in  her death?
 
My soul has become so dirty.
I feel I would fall into the old city.
Become like her.
Full of secrets and hidden desires.
 
The woman are colder.
Warmer if they decide to allow you in to see.
Their permanent scars and tarnish view on love.
Leave me wishing  to know all their mysteries and feel their hunger.
 
They dress in darkness.
I like my woman to wear black.
It make me aroused.
 
I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell  them my stories.
 
I would sit in dark bars.
listen to the night people.
Perhaps dance in the twisted dance of passion and lust. .
 
 
I will sit on a bench.
My words would become complete.
I would flow with the city.
I would become the voice of insanity.
Perhaps sanity?
 
I will find my place.
I will go to New York soon.
To find my  peace of mind.
 
                     Coyote
                  17 April 1994
 

Author's Note

A old poem. I was at my worst. Thank you for the Army. Sent me to sunny California to revive a life instead.
Coyote

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

This is an old poem? Heck, I don't believe. This is my favorite of yours now ;) Some raw emotions poured into words here. Depicts perfectly the inside of your mind. I don't think "Or my highway to hell?" fits in there. It'd be all the more better if you remove it. This is going into my favorites and I'm rating it 100!

[Lover Of Words]

Lovely poem and Thank you for serving our country~ Your a great writer1

[Sid]

You might have been at your worst but this write is anything but bad, it's actually awesome, I like the raw feel of this poem, it's honest and heartfelt...great write!

[Thomas Hudson]

New York State of Mind. That city can't be described, only felt.

I liked the darkness of this poem. I desire to see the town in your point of view, but I have yet to wait for that pleasure.

[DrD]

You may have been at your worst but your work wasn't. Sometimes our best words come upward from our lowest points and I think you have proven that here. I appreciated this work greatly for its honesty and self analysis without indulgence. Al truly marvelous read.

[Rob Santana]

old poem or not I like it,awesome. Your army pic reminds me of my father,he was in NAM.

[rnuff]

HI, there is such a deepness in this write. Like the content. deep and amazing

[Soul Fire]

Great work ! :D It's amazing!

[spiritwind]

Old or not--I think it is powerful. Great image of Leonard Cohen sitting with Janis Joplin. I like the thought of mingling with the people on the streets and not feeling pity, just sharing stories of how it came to be... Yes, you do indeed flow with the city... great work of art, Coyote

[MOON]

This is a beautiful poignant poem like immersing yourself in the underbelly to find meaning or to be inspired.