Tiptoe

Tiptoeing through the used condoms

Strewn on the piers off the west side highway

Sunset behind the skyline of Jersey

Walking towards the water

With a fetus holding court in my gut

My body hijacked, my tits swollen

I'm soreThe river has more colors at sunset

Than my sock drawer ever dreamed of

I could wake up screaming sometimes

But I don'tI could step off the end of this pier but I've got shit to do

And I've an appointment on Tuesday

To shed uninvited blood and tissue

I'll miss you I say to the water, to the son or

Daughter I thought better of

I could fall in love with Jersey at sunset

But I leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back