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
  I'm 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've got shit to do
  and I've an appointment on tuesday
  to shed uninvited blood and tissue
  I'll miss you I say to the river
  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