cynth (cynthtastic) wrote,
cynth
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Track 2

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 hijacked
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


Whoa. Tell me that wasn't the heaviest thirty-six seconds of your life. This one isn't something I could relate to directly, but the way it's performed, the words and phrases, it's powerful. It's like spoken word, a poetry slam. Art. Heavy. Good. Yes.
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