Jonny Brackney - Lone Wolf

what is it
that is missing
from this picture i am
painting?
nothing i've been saying
makes sense
to them,
i see that now.

and to hell
with this winter
it took away my moonlight,
ah...to hell with the moonlight.
i don't need it
anymore.
the only thing i need now
is cigarettes and
sour mash.
i walk to the bar,
they point
and they
laugh.

gawking...

hissing...

worthless vultures, they are.

so proud of themselves
for being drunk and having
'friends.'

and i think to myself

where the hell are MY 'friends'?

'hey, bartender!
i'll have a napkin!

and a pen! '

Jonny Brackney

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-wolf-13/