what is it <br />that is missing <br />from this picture i am <br />painting? <br />nothing i've been saying <br />makes sense <br />to them, <br />i see that now. <br /> <br />and to hell <br />with this winter <br />it took away my moonlight, <br />ah...to hell with the moonlight. <br />i don't need it <br />anymore. <br />the only thing i need now <br />is cigarettes and <br />sour mash. <br />i walk to the bar, <br />they point <br />and they <br />laugh. <br /> <br />gawking... <br /> <br />hissing... <br /> <br />worthless vultures, they are. <br /> <br />so proud of themselves <br />for being drunk and having <br />'friends.' <br /> <br />and i think to myself <br /> <br />where the hell are MY 'friends'? <br /> <br />'hey, bartender! <br />i'll have a napkin! <br /> <br />and a pen! '<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-wolf-13/
