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.