In His Own Words

Christopher Street: A Love Affair

I regret our first date

Took the 1 train to Sheridan Square

Chris

I met you there

I was consumed by your

Intoxication

Your representation

Of liberation

Providing elation

Freedom rang

As those train doors opened up into

Corruption

Loud freaks of the night carrying on

Drug consumption

Induct me into your club

Chris

I would die to be a part of this

You introduced me to all of your

friends

Committing crimes after curfew

All the rules to bend

You run this neighborhood

Infested with sin

I stepped all over you

Wore out the soles of my chucks for you

Skipped school just to mess with you

Cop spot me with the dealer

So I run from you

Chris

Chris, you tainted me

Fed off my innocence

Killed the saint in me

Convinced me

Sex with middle aged men was ok

As long as they were paying me

So that a life of mayhem

Was all that I knew

Trudging past cable lines

Under a sky so blue

Another street smart

High school reject

With a bogus IQ

I gave myself over to you

Cocaine riddled nights

Till 3:30 or so

Cheap vodka

Bamboo

Pier 40’s summer wind blow

Familiar faces disappear

Behind tinted windows

Quick bucks being made

While dignity fades

Yes

Chris

You showed me real life

Dark circles under my eyes at 15

Type of strife

My best friend died of AIDS

At 16 type of life

Society’s dirty little secrets

Run amuck downtown

Our alcohol soaked brains

Feeding us the notion

We run downtown

Dodging cops off of Bleecker

As the siren sounds

So that by 17

My destiny is to wander around

Living life as John Doe

Not an identity found

Yes Chris

You introduced me to community

I may have befriended the worst kids

It was unity

Shunned by Mommy

So this camaraderie was new to me

This brotherhood

True to me

Dysfunctional

But beautifully

So different now

To visit my old stomping grounds

Same secrets

Being held by different faces now

Fresh meat

Occupy the streets

I once called mine

Some will stay

Some will grow

Some will go

Some will die

Mixed emotions when my memories

Trail onto you

Kept going

When I really should

Have run from you

Can’t help but ask

Why did we ever meet?

Grateful

Hateful

I never should have stepped foot

On Christopher Street

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