Tiptoe

tiptoeing through the used condomes strewn on the piers
off the west side highway
sunset behind the skyline of jersy
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 dont
i could step off the the end of this pier
but i've got shit to do
and an apoitment 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 jersy at sunset
but i leave the veiw to the rats
and tiptoe back
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