i’m trying to drink, leave me alone

a moment of rest – of peace
a second or two to drink in quiet
why must man be such a social creature?

Needing, wanting, sucking, pushing,
pulling, gripping, grasping, holding,
never letting go.

every one a fearful panicked squirrel,
never venturing far from the warm nest
full of fetal bodies back at home
afraid to spend a second without
comfort and reassurance

this world of insecurity tires me, drains me,
wears my soul thin to the brittle bone
I realize that not everyone is alike and
comfortable in solitude – but really

has anyone heard of “alone time”?
Is “time out” out of fashion?

can a man sit at a bar without being pestered,
molested and bothered by the idiotic,
infantile, pubescent, pointless, surface-level
that everyday people feel the need
to pour out of their mouths?

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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