go away

As the baby next door screams, I am caught in dreams of the dark Christ, my dark Christ, once my brief nemesis; I partake in the forbidden; being alone... enjoying a drink alone. Out there they know not ‘alone’ and they cannot, in the wildest and darkest recesses of their minds, imagine being alone and consuming alcohol. No television, no people... just a gentle alcoholic drink and the soothing sounds of a classic album titled Agent Orange. The forgotten man living on the highs of a brief encounter, in which he was not even first choice, all the while wondering why it is that the others simply disappear into black night and can’t bring themselves to so much as reply to a brief message to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ or ‘go away’.