Tip Toe

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 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