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Addicted Ignorance…

So, since quitting smoking, then starting, quitting, starting, quitting (yes, this has been an ongoing problem) I have been thinking a lot about addiction and issues of the like. Here are the results of my heavy concentration and occassional one-track mindedness.

 

anger pulsing,
in my head a beat box
cacophony raging unchecked
behind narrowed vision,
half blind as desire
takes over,
well-being tossed out
to proverbial curb, forgotten
left for death in festering gutters
next to homeless drunks passed out upon
soaked sheets of week old New York Times
ever appearing dead as sun creeps ever higher,
passed out next to my better judgment
now slathered in yellow puke
and green sewer slime
while I am off feeding addiction
needed to temper my bubbling rage,
the lava building slowly subsides,
failing to explode… today…
but what of tomorrow?
or the next?

                                                  (c) 2010 by D. Wright

 

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  1. September 13, 2010 at 3:11 pm

    A hard thing to stop smoking they say…loved the structure of your poem!! Well penned my friend xx

  2. September 13, 2010 at 10:14 pm

    Even though it’s more than 20 years since the final, successful, time I gave up smoking, it’s remembering the agonies that keeps me from ever starting again. Your poem expresses the feelings perfectly.

  3. September 14, 2010 at 6:20 pm

    It’s a hard poem to read — likely because it’s real. Well done.

  4. September 14, 2010 at 6:23 pm

    wow. addiction is a tough deal…you paint in vivid words…and i like the structure as well, which seems to be rising like smoke from the cigarette of you tag at the end….best of wishes on quitting…it certainly is not easy.

    • September 15, 2010 at 6:23 am

      i didn’t even notice that but you’re right! initially, as I wrote it, i wanted the structure to pulse in reflection of the first line, but i like your visual better! 🙂

  5. September 14, 2010 at 6:24 pm

    and happy oneshot!

  6. dustus
    September 14, 2010 at 7:10 pm

    The rage felt fending of addiction is so well expressed and real through your words.

  7. September 15, 2010 at 1:48 am

    We have faced in our family. It is not easy. But you have to do it.

    And I did like your poem. The feelings get across so well.

    nowhere island

  8. September 15, 2010 at 4:38 am

    Addiction is a terrible thing, and you express the rage and frustration well.

  9. September 15, 2010 at 6:03 am

    This was so tight and taut and expressed addiction’s dark underbelly perfectly.

  10. September 15, 2010 at 8:04 am

    Tormenting but then there is one track mind too..Like the anguish and frustration in the poem…
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya

  11. September 15, 2010 at 5:57 pm

    multi-layered work.
    lovely said.

  12. September 16, 2010 at 10:38 am

    a very well written piece that punched the lines in angst…kind of like the aggression one feels when trying to fight their addiction..would like to have heard this read…thanks for sharing with one shot..cheers pete

  13. September 16, 2010 at 2:46 pm

    If it’s not smoking, it’s something else. In order to stay healthy, be responsible, make the best use of talent we have to really discipline ourselves. It’s always fall down 8, get up 9 it seems. You beautifully explored the mind’s devices to keep oneself in check. Really well written. Thanks for posting. Gay (@beachanny)

  14. September 16, 2010 at 9:22 pm

    Gosh.,..this was intense! I feel for you, my friend.. Wonderfully expressed are the frustrations and falls!! Whoa!!
    Well, to rise, one needs to trip and fall indeed! But rise, one will..
    Best wishes for everything!!

    But please…please do keep writing!!

  15. September 19, 2010 at 3:33 am

    Sounds a lot like the local bus station. All aboard the addiction express to noplace.

  16. September 28, 2010 at 9:36 am

    Wordle! Love it.

    I used to be a smoker — I LOVED smoking, oh my god. I LOVED it. Not sure what finally did it for me except that I started thinking about dying all the time. Cheery, huh? Good luck. I like your work.

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