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 highjacked

My tits swollen and sore

The river has more colors at sunset

Than my sock drawer ever dreamed of

I could wake up screaming sometimes

But i don't

I could step off the end of this pier but i got

Shit to do

And an appointment on tuesday

To shed uninvited blood and tissue

I'll miss you i say

To the river 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