
{"id":8808,"date":"2015-01-19T14:42:42","date_gmt":"2015-01-19T19:42:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=8808"},"modified":"2015-01-23T10:04:54","modified_gmt":"2015-01-23T15:04:54","slug":"angry-young-man-dipsomania-and-other-poems-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/angry-young-man-dipsomania-and-other-poems-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Angry Young Man, Dipsomania, and Other Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/angry-young-man1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-8818\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/angry-young-man1.jpg\" alt=\"angry young man\" width=\"500\" height=\"337\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Angry Young Man<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>An orange light peaks through the window<br \/>\nHatefully greets another day.<br \/>\nHe pulls the red sleeping bag over his head<br \/>\nWishing this nausea would subside.<\/p>\n<p>Fresh scrapes across his knuckles<br \/>\nAnd violent, violet bruises on his knees\u2014<br \/>\nJust another average morning<br \/>\nFor this angry young man.<\/p>\n<p>Stumble from the futon<br \/>\nAmongst the battle ground of empty cans,<br \/>\nSearching for lost left over liquid\u2014<br \/>\nThe only remedy he\u2019s ever known<\/p>\n<p>What some people call a disease,<br \/>\nHe calls it the cure,<br \/>\nBut there\u2019s nothing there\u2014<br \/>\nNo more money, no other options\u2014this is it.<\/p>\n<p>Sipping on a cup of reality\u2014<br \/>\nThe bitter taste of defeat.<br \/>\nTired of being tired<br \/>\nAnd sick of being sick.<\/p>\n<p>Earthquake in his stomach,<br \/>\nA tectonic disturbance.<br \/>\nHeartburn made from magma,<br \/>\nA pyroclastic flow.<\/p>\n<p>Dry heaves and convulsions<br \/>\nAbove a porcelain shitter.<br \/>\nHe knows he needs to stop,<br \/>\nBut no one likes a quitter.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Dipsomania <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He can already taste the vomit<br \/>\nAs he feels the flop sweat drip off his forehead<br \/>\nAnd wipes it away from his frowning, flushed face.<\/p>\n<p>The smell of stale beer<br \/>\nGlistening green bottles<br \/>\nAnd shiny silver cans.<\/p>\n<p>An old, discarded pizza crust<br \/>\nOn a greasy paper plate<br \/>\nThe garlic still lingers in the air.<\/p>\n<p>His hamper overflows.<br \/>\nThose blue jeans attempt an escape<br \/>\nDown to that dirty, filthy floor.<\/p>\n<p>He feels his head heating up, about to explode.<br \/>\nHis hot, stinking breath feels like fire<br \/>\nShooting from the exhaust of a vodka fueled jet fighter.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Reverie of Ruination <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I<\/p>\n<p>Surrounded and submerged<br \/>\nBy Darkness of the deep.<br \/>\nBerserk, I bounce below<br \/>\nUnder the wild waves.<br \/>\nDistraught and in distress,<br \/>\nMaking manic movements,<br \/>\nBut before blacking out,<br \/>\nEmptiness envelops.<br \/>\nFinally free from fear.<br \/>\nSuch sudden, silent sleep.<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>Poison penetration\u2014<br \/>\nAssaulted and abused.<br \/>\nViolent violation\u2014<br \/>\nCoerced without consent.<br \/>\nDemolished and destroyed.<br \/>\nDamned and dehumanized.<br \/>\nGrowing god awful guilt<br \/>\nAnd losing lust for life.<br \/>\nSexual survivor\u2014<br \/>\nDead and demoralized.<\/p>\n<p>III<\/p>\n<p>Tunneling thumbs dig deep<br \/>\nInside my eye sockets.<br \/>\nBlood burst and starts to spurt.<br \/>\nPupils pop\u2014soundless scream.<br \/>\nShaken, shocked and startled.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s finally come true.<br \/>\nCatastrophe confirmed.<br \/>\nLoss of light, lacking life.<br \/>\nMisty, murky milieu.<br \/>\nMy domain of darkness.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Creeping Contempt<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>**********<\/p>\n<p>A pen precariously<br \/>\nPlaced on a podium<br \/>\nRolling rapidly, falling fast<\/p>\n<p>**********<\/p>\n<p>Or held in the<br \/>\nHard heavy hands<br \/>\nOf a glorious golden god<\/p>\n<p>**********<\/p>\n<p>Poking painfully<br \/>\nToward the tender torsos<br \/>\nOf thieves and tricksters<\/p>\n<p>**********<\/p>\n<p>Fantastic feeling, fixated<br \/>\nFerociously and frantically<br \/>\nCarefully crafting clever cuneiform<\/p>\n<p>**********<\/p>\n<p><strong>Poni Blanco <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The sweat drips from our foreheads<br \/>\nResembling a leaky faucet<br \/>\nWith our clammy palms and pit stains\u2014<br \/>\nYou\u2019d think we were in the jungle.<br \/>\nClock on the stove reads four a.m.<br \/>\nTime to lose the shirts\u2014<br \/>\nIt\u2019s wife beater o\u2019clock.<br \/>\nTeeth clinched together tightly<br \/>\nWith the friction of new brake pads.<br \/>\nNostrils sucking back the snot,<br \/>\n\u201cAfter I get back from the bathroom,<br \/>\nYou wanna do some push ups?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cFuck yeah, maaaan!\u201d<br \/>\nAnd continue this pointless conversation<br \/>\nUntil the sun comes up<br \/>\nOr we run out of beers,<br \/>\nWhichever one comes first.<br \/>\nRiding on the rails<br \/>\nTrotting down the trails<br \/>\nAtop the white pony.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"color: #222222;\">Steven Weckeman is a full time student completing his final semester at SUNY Orange for his liberal arts degree, focusing on education. He\u00a0currently resides in the Hudson Valley in Upstate New York.\u00a0 He wrote sketch comedy at the Second City Theater in Chicago, Illinois.\u00a0 He has a hunger for life and a thirst for craft beer.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>An orange light peaks through the window<br \/>\nHatefully greets another day.<br \/>\nHe pulls the red sleeping bag over his head<br \/>\nWishing this nausea would subside.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=8808\">READ MORE.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":255,"featured_media":8818,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,219,199,217],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8808"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/255"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8808"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8820,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8808\/revisions\/8820"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8818"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}