Sex, Drugs, & NYC by Vince Goodman
Start the engine baby
We have to go
Drive real fast
Because we’re
Both high
Hold my hand
Just in case
We die
But I’ll never forget
How you pushed me off
And tossed me aside
It was a hit & run
You left an accident
In my heart
And kinda fucked up
My mental health
Since you’ll never
Be with me
We might as well
Crash again
I found myself
In your eyes
For a few seconds
I took comfort
In the illusion
Of what could have been
A fucking sweet memory
But towards the end
It was you
Who led me on
Your lying heart
Was my sanctuary, my refuge
I believed every element
Of your emotion
Followed it like a lost puppy
All the way to fucking Brewster
I enjoyed every psychedelic moment
Every narco that we both consumed
But I still want to thank you
For reminding me
That my heart or whatever’s left of it
Needs a stronger cage
I’m sorry I feel this way
And I know that it’s wrong
To want you more than I should
But fuck that
The attraction
Made me feel higher than cocaine
And a trace of some happiness
Came along with it
Only after Dark
Is when I can see you
This emotional dysfunction
Is too good to be true
That is why
It has to end just like seasons do
I don’t want an another hit and run
I’m sorry I love you
Trace my foot prints
Down on Second Avenue
Look for my shadow
On Saint Mark’s Place
See me dancing and drinking alone
In Lower East Side
Just me and the night
With a spark
Of the Universe in my eyes
As I kiss
Every stranger
In the pretense of love
Neon lights on Broadway
Creates an image
Of a face without a name
Giving me a hint
That someone
I used to know
Had crossed the
Oceans of time
Just to find me
Hopped into a
Sleazy bar
While soaked
In whiskey and cigarettes
I suddenly found
Myself disconnected
From everyone
But it didn’t
Bother me because
I still have New York
Fell asleep on the subway
And woke up on
A Saturday night of 1986
Made it through the
Velvet ropes of STUDIO 54
I kept dancing
On my own to
A techno track
From Munich
-Paolo Roca
Bushwick In Fiction 