I drained my last <br />sip of Jack <br />my trusted friend <br />and gave up on humanity <br />finding strength <br />in the desert <br />writing lines <br />left handed <br />I broke the right <br />on hopes face <br /> <br />the streets <br />and casinos <br />are filled <br />with ordinary <br />and broken men <br />that have never <br />read Bukowski <br />or have even <br />heard of him <br /> <br />red streams of <br />disgust <br />poured from <br />lovers lips <br />unclever lines <br />for unclever minds <br />I'll remind them <br />of what they missed <br />in a desert sunrise <br />land scared and <br />bleeding <br />blue blood through <br />vacant hearts <br />our memories misleading <br /> <br />don't forget <br />your mother's hands <br />that dried your tears <br />lovingly, with no regret <br />the best lines are <br />haunted <br />I just haven't found <br />them yet<br /><br />Bryan Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-dearest-friend-jack/
