the day after for a dipsomancer

OneMan is an island floating across the wide Sargasso Sea, just to the east of NoMan.
Unity of purpose is tearing us apart, all alone with a bottle of rum,
drinking up the blood that flows from broken knuckles and broken noses.
Self-Centeredness drives us to watch out for everyone else, until the end of the night
when we are alone and we like it like that. Now, if only
we could stop referring to ourselves in the plural, curled fetal
rocking ourselves in tune to the multitudes next door.