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!

[The Analog Kid]

The sun can do a lot to revive. The NE where I live can be depressing and the people are colder. Nice descriptions of NYC and how we are drawn sometimes to the squalor and darker side of things.

[Allison]

Wow, I seriously can't believe this is an old poem. Awsum job!

[Huggy Bear]

The poem may be old but is leaps and bounds on soul and brilliance.

[beautiful disaster]

I don't think I would enjoy seeing the sorrow that others seek in the acceptance of those who don't know or understand you. I could never be in New York.

[Abd-afeez]

wow! didn't you carry me along? perhaps i should rather say you completely drown me with its flow. a powerful presentation of poetry. so vivid and really captivating. and the content! the presentation made it so plain and obvious and so your intent shows. that definately is the keeness of our poem act to get to newyork. excellent job no doubt. keep it up friend.

[Undying Glory]

old poem? i would call this a freaking classic. you've really spun a wondrous image of NYC, and even though we've seen it over and over again in movies or TV shows, this is superbly fresh work. i have to agree with the other reviewers here though, that last verse marred things a little. either way this was just awesome

[Jasmine]

I agree with Dinesh - raw emotion, darkness and dirt and lust - absolutely great!
"highway to hell" is a bit of a contradiction in terms of your longing for the "old new york", but i still like it. keep up the good work.