The Zodiac Bar

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