Tiptoeing through the used condoms strewn on
the piers of the westside highway sunset
behind the skyline of Jersey walking toward
the water with a fetus holding court in my
gut my body hijacked my tits swolen 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.
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