Tiptoe

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 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.