Breakfast Of A Poisoned Apple

 When I look out over the whole of New York City, I can't help but feel as though my other half is somewhere there, somewhere amongst the buildings, perhaps on the subway, or getting a hot dog from his favorite vendor. I don't even know if he exists, but if he does, my very being is telling me he is in the most majestic place in the 'verse. New York City.

Lately, the Big Apple has been on my mind even more than usual. It most likely has something to do with the fact that I actually, maybe, MIGHT have a chance to go there this fall. Hopefully. I've been trying to keep it under wraps, because I didn't want to jinx it. Since I'm not even supposed to know. I just can't keep it a secret any longer.

I've been wanting to do a post about it for so long, its beginning to effect my other posts (as you can tell with my sad attempt at the Coco thing yesterday).

Those of you who know me know that Manhattan is my biggest dream. I've loved it since the first time I saw it at eight years old. Well, on a television screen, that is.

It was way past my bedtime, but of course, little me was up anyways. Hiding behind the couch as my parents watched a movie, I saw it for the first time. My one true love. The New York skyline. Ever since then, I've dreamed of going there. Of living there.

When I hit my teens, I discovered the magic known as Broadway. Show tunes, sequins, dancing, the works. Since I can't sing, it dashed my hopes of being on the stage myself, but to see it...Just once, to see the magic known as musical theater, on Broadway, in New York...The mere thought of it is almost to surreal to handle.

"Breakfast at Tiffany's" only added to the NYC hype for me. And someday, I am going to have my own breakfast at the Tiffany's on 5th Avenue. Coffee cup in one hand, bagel in the other, strolling the length of the marvelous store after a night on the town. The magic of it all is breathtaking. Just thinking about it gives me chills.

 All great love stories are set in New York. Holly Golightly's being only one of them.

When I think of The Big Apple, I picture the skyline first and foremost, followed by many people scurrying from place to place. The screech of the subway wheels, the damp smell in the air, and the lights. Everywhere you look, there's a light one. There's another person out there. You're never alone in New York City.

Poisoned Apple

The screech of the subway,
The shuffle of feet,
Murder on the sidewalk,
Without missing a beat.

Lovers in the park,
A smoggy grey gloom,
Little girl lost,
Impending doom.

Big time corporate,
Attorneys-at-law,
Turn right on Broad Street,
People in awe.

Skyscrapers touch the sky,
And block out the sun,
Democracy is dead,
The Man has won.

They owns us all,
Controlling our ever move,
Don’t do this, you cant do that,
Unless They approve.

Call a taxi,
Get out of town,
Escape the madness,
Before the final countdown.

 - 5/25/11