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70 BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

THEY WERE 70

FOR FORTY FOUR OF THOSE YEARS

HE CALLED HER BEAUTIFUL EVERY DAY

MEANT IT

DIDNT KNOW IF YEARS OF REPEATING THE WORDS

MADE HER IMMUNE TO THEM

DIDNT CARE

HE HAD TO SAY THEM

WHEN SHE NEEDED

SHE WOULD HEAR THEM

LIFE WAS SIMPLE AND QUIET

ON OCCASION

A LITTER OF GRANDCHILDREN WOULD APPEAR

CLOCK HANDS WOULD SPIN

ALL THE NOISE TOYS AND JOYS

THEN THEY WOULD LEAVE

SILENCE

MOSTLY

THEIR LIFE WAS ROUTINES

THEY TOOK THEIR MEDS

TOOK THEIR WALKS

DID THEIR READING

WATCHED THEIR SHOWS

WATCHED THEIR MONEY

WATCHED THEIR WEIGHT

THEY SAT IN THE CAFE

IT WAS EARLY AND QUIET

THE WORLD WAS GOING INSANE OUTSIDE

TRYING TO GET TO WHERE IT HAD TO GO

BUT THINGS WERE STILL AND PEACEFUL FOR THEM

THEY HAD NO PRESSING ENGAGEMENTS

BREAKFAST WAS NIBBLED

MUCH WAS READ

MAGAZINES NOVELS NEWSPAPERS

CATALOGUES AND MAIL

AT TIMES

ONE WOULD LOOK UP

CATCH THE OTHER STARING

EACH WAS THE OTHERS

VESSEL OF MEMORY

SO MANY FACES EACH WORE FOR THE OTHER

YOUNG FACE

HAPPY

SAD

ANGRY FACE

PASSION FACE

MID AGE FACE

PARENT FACE

AGING FACE

SICK FACE

FIFTY FACE

OLD FACE

THE CREATURE BEFORE THEM

CHANGED SHAPE COLOR TEMPERAMENT

WITH EACH MEMORY RECALLED

UNTIL THE MEMORIES RAN OUT

AND ALL THAT REMAINED WAS

THE STILL AND QUIET

FINAL FACE

SO MUCH HAD PASSED SO QUICKLY

LIKE FENCEPOSTS FLASH BY

AS ONE SPEEDS DOWN A HIGHWAY

SO MUCH HAD OCCURRED

FROM MOMENT TO STUFFED MOMENT

THE OCCURRENCES RINGING LIKE BELLS IN THE EARS

OCCUPYING ALL SPACE AND TIME

TRAPPED IN THE ORBIT OF FATE

NOW

ENVELOPED IN THE SILENCE OF THE CAFE

THE FRAGRANCE OF COFFEE AND BREAD

COOL MORNING LIGHT

THERE WAS ONLY THEM

HE TOUCHED HER HAND

THEY SHARED A SMILE

SHE KNEW EVERYTHING

SHE WENT BACK TO HER READING

HE TRIED

COULDNT

STARED A BIT LONGER AT HER

THE ONE THE LAST

CALLED HER BEAUTIFUL

RETURNED TO HIS PAPER

FOR ANNIE AND PETER

ALCOHOLIC WRITER 1 A SERIAL POEM BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ALCOHOLIC WRITER

ORIGIN

THE ALCOHOLIC WRITER

LOOKED AT HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR

DIDNT LIKE WHAT HE SAW

HE DIDNT SEE AN ALCOHOLIC WRITER

JUST AN ALCOHOLIC

BLUBBERY OF WAIST

SAGGING FACE

SAD EYES

ANGRY BROW

THINNING HAIR

LAZY HAND

ROUND A GLASS

HE KNEW WHAT TO DO TO REVERSE THIS

HE JUST WASNT DOING IT

HE REMEMBERED WHEN HE WAS A WRITER

HE WAS THIN

YOUNG

PRODUCTIVE

HAPPY

NEARLY MAD AND BOUNCING AROUND

WITH THE URGE TO CREATE

HE HAD A TRIPPY THIN BONER IN HIS POCKET ALL THE TIME

HIS PEN

HE COULD BE THIS AGAIN

HE WANTED IT

HE WAS STILL A BLADE

STRONG LONG

RAZOR SHARP AND MADE OF STEEL

JUST LET HIMSELF GET A LITTLE DULL

HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME

TO WHET HIMSELF AGAINST THE STONE

IT WOULD BE HARD

BUT SO G-DD-MNED WORTH IT

HE PUT HIS GLASS IN THE SINK

IT WAS HABIT THAT MADE HIM

MORE ALCI THAN WRITER

AND HABIT THAT WOULD REVERSE THIS

HE BEGAN TO CARRY A NOTEBOOK WITH HIM

EVERY WHERE HE WENT

WHENEVER HE FELT LIKE DOING SOMETHING

HE TRULY DIDNT WANT TO DO

DRINK

EAT

SHOP

TRAVEL

HE PULLED OUT THE NOTEBOOK AND WROTE

JUST WROTE ABOUT ANYTHING

WOULDNT THINK OUTLINE MAKE NOTES

JUST F--KIN WROTE

EVERYTHING ELSE COULD GO TO HELL

ALL THE TRAINING AMBITION DESIRE EDUCATION OPINIONS

JUST WROTE ABOUT ANYTHING

AND THE SH-T WAS GOOD

SOMETIMES NOTEBOOK WASNT FAST ENOUGH

STARTED CARRYING A LAPTOP IN A SATCHEL

WOULD PULL THAT THING OUT WHEN HE GOT REALLY HOT

THAT F--KIN LAPTOP WAS AS SHARP AS HIM

NOT A G-DD-MN THING ON IT

NO F--KIN INTERNET ACCESS FACEBOOK BULLSH-T

JUST THE KEYS AND A TYPING PROGRAM

AND HE WAS OFF

WRITING BECAME HIS DRINK

HIS CIGARETTES

HIS LUNCH BREAK

HIS MIDNIGHT SNACK

HE WAS SHOCKED AT HOW IMMEDIATE THE REVERSAL WAS

HOW MUCH HE WANTED IT

HOW EASY IT WAS

HOW SATISFYING

HE WOULD CATCH HIMSELF

POURING A DRINK

OPENING THE FRIDGE

GOING TO THE MALL

HE WOULD STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF IT

STAND THERE AND WRITE

HE DID REWARD HIMSELF

GIVE HIMSELF BREAKS

DAYS OFF

WINE FOOD WINDOW SHOPPING

HE FIGURED IT WAS A NECESSARY PART OF THE PROCESS

BUT THE REAL REWARD WAS THE WRITING

IT SEEMED NOW THAT HE COULDNT WRITE ENOUGH

THERE WAS SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT

HE DIDNT HAVE TIME ENOUGH TO GET IT ALL DOWN

ANY SUBJECT WOULD DO

THINGS HE DIDNT KNOW ABOUT

THINGS HE DIDNT CARE ABOUT

THE BANAL THE RIDICULOUS

HIS MORNING ROUTINE

THE TOOTHLESS SMILE OF HIS CHILD

SANDWICHES SUBMARINES SPACE

PAPER CLIPS AND POMPADOURS

HIS MIND WAS CLEAR OF BOOZE CHOLESTEROL

ADVERTISING

LIKE A WIND TUNNEL NOW

NOTHING GOT STUCK IN THERE

JUST BLEW IN ONE END

FLEW OUT THE OTHER

OTHERS READ HIS STUFF

MUTTERED IT WAS CRAP

HE WOULD GIGGLE AND KEEP WRITING

OTHERS ATTEMPTED TO USE THE INFO HE SHARED

AGAINST HIM

IT WAS SO FUNNY

AND IT WAS ALL MATERIAL

SUCH A SILLY LIFE

AND PRECIOUS OTHERS ALLOWED THE WORDS IN

AND LAUGHED AND CRIED AND SULKED WITH THE WRITER

THE WRITER

HE WAS GIDDY NOW

WONDERED IF HE WAS ON SOME MANIC DEPRESSIVE HIGH

SOME SCHIZOPHRENIC CRESCENDO

BUT THE WORDS DIDNT STOP

HE DID NEW STUFF NOW

STUFF HE DIDNT WANT TO DO

STUFF THAT WAS THE OPPOSITE OF HIS ROUTINES

SO HE WOULD HAVE MORE TO WRITE ABOUT

NO COFFEE TODAY

LETS HAVE A F--KING BOBA

NO WALK

DO PULL UPS ON THAT TREE

SAY HI TO THAT CHICK

LETS GO TO TAOS NEW MEXICO

AND WHAT THE F--K IS A LEMUR

AND WHAT DOES IT EAT WHAT ARE ITS SLEEPING HABITS

THE WRITER WONDERED HOW THE F ALCOHOL

GOT MIXED TOGETHER WITH WRITING

WRITING REQUIRED ENERGY

CLARITY

STRENGTH STAMINA

HE WASNT CRAZY

THE IMPORTANT THINGS IN HIS LIFE

WERE STILL TOP PRIORITY

KIDS MARRIAGE HEALTH

ALL THAT CRAP

IT WAS JUST THAT NOW

HIS LIFE WAS PRIORITIES PLUS WRITING

INSTEAD OF LIFE PLUS CRAP HABITS

ALL THIS TIME

WAS HE JUST DOING HIS BAD IMPRESSION

OF A D--KHEAD ALCOHOLIC WRITER

TRYING TO BE WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS A WRITER

INSTEAD OF JUST WRITING

SILLY

F--KIN HEMINGWAY BUKOWSKI

THE BEATS

THE BOOZE NEVER HELPED

IT NEVER HELPED

THEY JUST GOT LAZY AND DEBAUCHED

PAUNCHY AND IRRELEVANT

WRITER WRITES

LUSHES DRINK

F--KING BOOZE

THEY DRANK CUZ THEY COULDNT WRITE ANYMORE

WRITER GOT PISSED

OVER THE LOST TIME

WROTE MORE TO MAKE UP

EVERYTHING IN LIFE NOW

WAS MATERIAL

HIS SENSES WERE JANGLING

WITH ALL STIMULATION

HE NOTICED EVERYTHING NOW

EVERYTHING AROUND HIM

HIS IMAGINATION GRASPED FOR

WHAT WAS BEYOND HIS SURROUNDINGS

BEYOND HIS KNOWLEDGE

EVERYTHING GLOWED WITH BEAUTY AND IMPORTANCE

FOOD TASTED RICHER WATER WAS COOL SOOTHING

COLOR SMACKED HIM IN THE FACE

FLOWERS DEMANDED TO BE SNIFFED

ARCHITECTURE ROSE REGALLY INTO THE SKY

WOMEN

ALL THE IMPOSSIBLY BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

MOMENTS WITH THE CHILDREN

LASTED AN ETERNITY

LODGED THEMSELVES INTO HIS MEMORY

UNFORGETTABLE MOMENTS

ALL OF LIFE

NOTHING SEEMED TRAGIC OR SAD

JUST GLAD TO BE ALIVE G-DD-MMIT

HIS FAVE THING

WAS WAKING UP FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

AND HEARING HIS OWN VOICE IN HIS HEAD

DICTATING

AND HIM IGNITING HIS LAPTOP

AND TRYING TO KEEP UP

CRAZY F--KER LOOKED IN THE MIRROR

LAUGHED

HE LOOKED EXACTLY THE SAME

EXCEPT FOR THE SH-T EATING GRIN

SPREAD ACROSS HIS OLD WRINKLED FACE

LIKE A TOOTHBUTTER AND PLAQUE SANGWICH

HE DASHED TO HIS LAP TO WRITE THAT DOWN

TO BE CONTINUED

F--K YEAH

ALCOHOLIC WRITER BY HAFJAK DIVIZ BEEYATCH

PRINT IT OUT YO

THIS POEM STARTED OUT ENTITLED

OVEREATING CARTOONIST

BUT THAT WAS JUST TOO D-MNED PATHETIC

JAK

OVER AND

OFF

COPYRIGHT 2009 HAFJAK DIVIZ

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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FROST AND MIKO 15

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Please enjoy the comic and send hopeful hugs and karmic kisses to my mother.

Thank you so much to those who put on and attended the West Hollywood Book Fair 2009! Many thanks to V.M.K. Fewings, author of Stone Masters: A Vampire's Reckoning, for securing a table for us. Her new book is coming out March 2010! It will be the second book of the Stone Masters series, and I can't wait to read it!

Big 11" x 17" thank you notes to Roz, Carrie, Tamara and Larissa who organized the fair. I hope that next year's fair lasts all weekend long!

Last but not least, I would like to thank those who bought a copy of "STOP MAKING CRAP" by HAFJAK DIVIZ. I hope you enjoy the book and spread the word about CRAP! Feel free to review it like Elaine did at youoffendmeyouoffendmyfamily.com! Click back in for HAFJAK'S West Hollywood Book Fair post.

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