A NYC Min.

A NYC Min.

A Poem by CRZ

A New York minute. Equivalent to 30 seconds in California due to the herbal essences roaming on top atmospheric smiles. Same as 15 seconds in Florida caused by Disneyland and hard labor for oranges. And unfortunately 10 seconds in North Korea with its poverty and famine eating its people alive. 10 New York minutes have just gone by after reading this paragraph.

            This world is already a dog fighting for a loose bone based one but over here is where Michael Vick dogs rest. Whether it’s waiting on line for breakfast, cramming like a college student who decided to wake up 24 hours before its terminal test. But instead of stuffing brain into textbooks, stuffs the brain and body into a subway train. Now a rush hour to and from work are a couple minutes anywhere else.

            I've encountered a lot of people who weren't born in New York say New York is the capital of the world. At first I didn't even understand the meaning behind those heavily accented words. But there is truth in that sentence.

            The whole world is changing or aspires to be an industrial one, New York is the epitome of advancements. In order to be ahead, evolving is the main ingredient. Technology, prices, and people transform every day; it’s good to always improve but at this point is out of hand. Try so hard to do well, you actually do bad.  Everyone rushing. On their phone, tablet, to their appointments, microwave food.

            A new iPhone springs more fascination than the sun setting. New uggs that everybody is impatiently whining on line for is cooler than the snow beneath their feet. A home cook meal appears frumpish compared to a bagel and coffee.  Cold weather here adds another layer to our persona. I’m not a fan of the cold and I hate when my fingers turn numb so I breeze through the winds searching for warmth.

            I know there’s “jobs” over here but most people don’t even want to be here.

            Is funny, the rest of the world wants to come here or forced because their homeland doesn't provide much but for what? 

© 2014 CRZ


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Good write ....NY in my view is a filthy over crouded city, im from Chicago and its not any better, but you did well here :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


just made me want to come and visit new York
would like to find some stores where I can buy wholesale merc for resale
would like to ride the subway or a dbl decker bus woops that's britian I guess
by the way your poem was powerful

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like it, although I find the format, especially the font changes, distracting. Two things - I think it is waiting IN line and it would might make more sense to rework the brain stuffing line to only have one brain. Anyway, great rant.

Posted 10 Years Ago


You made a lot of sense. I watch people that won't eat lunch but they have a $500 phone with games on them. I may disagree. In New York. Time is pretty damn fast. Too fast for me. This is why I live in Michigan. I enjoyed the poem. You open the door to a long conversation. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Avery interesting read and write...Thank you for sharing the NY minutes...:)..........

Posted 10 Years Ago



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