Wednesday, October 7, 2009

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

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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED




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