The Zodiac Bar - Jealous Of The Birds

Walking home, Malibu rum

Dirty prayer on my tonuge

Swoosh of cars in the rain

Angel Gabriel feel my pain

Cast my eyes to the ground

Walking past men standing around

Outside bars, in alleyways

Feel the intensity of their gaze

How many lives have I touched?

Am I even doing enough?

For my friends and my kin?

Are we splinters in their skin?

Then there’s me, rooks to see

Tangled in my poetry

I was born a Gemini

I eat ironies like apple pie

Walking home under city lights

I hold my purse extra tight

Do I slip into your thoughts?

Like a fish you haven’t caught?

Am I too much or not enough?

Were we just stuck in a rut?

When we’re together, you and I

I forget that I’m shy