ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 5 A SERIAL POEM BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 5

ON THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD PLAYING DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS

A CHAPTER IN THREE PARTS

PART TWO

DUNGEON

MY NAME IS TATE TYNEE

AKA THE SPECK

I WAS BORN WITH THE STRANGE ABILITY

TO SHRINK IN SIZE

RIGHT NOW I AM THE SIZE OF A CHILD

A LITTLE OVER THREE FEET TALL

AND I AM IN THE TRUNK OF A CAR

ITS DARK IN HERE

I ROLL INTO A FETAL POSITION

CLOSE MY EYES BREATHE DEEP

GIVE MYSELF A FEW MOMENTS

SO THE ADRENALINE IN MY BLOOD CAN BURN OFF

I NEED MY HANDS TO STOP SHAKING

I LISTEN TO THE CARS ENGINE

THE ROLLING OF THE TIRES

THE DRIVING OVER BUMPS

THE STOPPING AT LIGHTS

THE TURNING OF CORNERS

MY HANDS BECOME STILL AND STEADY

ITS A BIT CRAMPED IN THE TRUNK

I GIVE MYSELF SOME SPACE

BY SHRINKING TO A FOOT TALL

I SIT UP IN THE NOW CAVERNOUS DARKNESS

CROSS MY LEGS AND REACH INTO MY BACKPACK

MY BACKPACK AND CLOTHES SHRUNK WITH ME

BECAUSE I CAN SHRINK THINGS TOO

HOW DO I DO IT

I DO IT AS FAST AS YOU CAN BLINK YOUR EYES

I PULL OUT MY FLASHLIGHT CLICK IT ON

SEARCH THE TRUNK FOR CAMERAS

YEAH

ONE GUY HAD HIS TRUNK SET UP LIKE THAT

WITH A TINY SURVEILLANCE CAMERA

BEING SEEN BY IT LED TO A RATHER UNSETTLING EXPERIENCE

I SWING MY TORCH AROUND

NO CAMERAS

THIS GUYS GOOD THOUGH

THE TRUNK IS IMMACULATE

LINED WITH PLASTIC SHEETING

TO CONTAIN AND DISPOSE OF

ALL EVIDENCE OF ME AND MY ABDUCTION

I FEEL A BIT ILL

AM I HUNGRY

I PULL OUT A NUTRITION BAR CHOKE IT DOWN

DRINK SOME WATER FROM MY THERMOS

NOT TOO MUCH

DONT WANT TO HAVE TO PEE

THE CAR IS MOVING SMOOTH AND STEADY

MY DRIVER TONIGHT IS ON HIS BEST BEHAVIOR

DOESNT WANT TO ATTRACT

THE ATTENTION OF LAW ENFORCEMENT

WHILE HES GOT A KID IN HIS TRUNK

IM NOT A KID BY THE WAY

IM 37 YEARS OLD

HAVE AN UNRULY CROWN OF WHITE HAIR

I LOOK LIKE THE GEEKY CLONE OF JIM JARMUSCH

THE LONGER WE DRIVE AWAY FROM

THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD

THE MORE RESPECTABLE I THEORIZE

MY ABDUCTOR TO BE

ARE WE ROLLING INTO THE SUBURBS NOW

OR DOES HE LIVE IN A MORE POSH NEIGHBORHOOD

OR IS HE REALLY CAUTIOUS

AND WERE DRIVING TO AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT

CITY OR STATE

WE WILL SEE

ALL I SEE NOW IS MY TORCH

BLAZING IN FRONT OF ME

LIKE A CAMPFIRE ON SOME HUNTING EXPEDITION

THE NUTRITION BAR WHETTED MY APPETITE

WANT MORE TO EAT NOW

BUT DECIDE AGAINST IT

DONT WANT TO OVERLOAD MY BODY

AND SUFFER CHEMICAL CONSEQUENCES

SLEEPINESS SLUGGISHNESS SICKNESS

INSTEAD I REACH INTO MY BACKPACK

FEEL STUPID AND ASHAMED

FOR WHAT I REACH FOR

DO IT OR DONT MY MIND COMMANDS

I PULL OUT THE NEWSPAPER

CHECK MY HOROSCOPE

SOMETIMES WHEN I FEEL LOST THREATENED AFRAID

AT MY WITS END

RUDDERLESS

I READ MY HOROSCOPE

I CONSIDER IT A BAD HABIT

BUT INDULGE MYSELF

SOMETIMES THE RANDOM INSPIRATION HELPS

TONIGHT IT DOESNT

THE HOROSCOPE JUST SAYS SOME CRAP

ABOUT TAKING SOMEONE SPECIAL

OUT TO DINNER

I STUFF THE PAPER BACK IN MY PACK

AND FOCUS ON REALITY

MAYBE MY ABDUCTOR IS DRIVING IN CIRCLES

OR IN SOME STRATEGIC ROUTE

TO LOSE ALL POSSIBLE PURSUERS

MAYBE HES DRIVING TO SOME REMOTE LOCATION

TO TORTURE THEN OFF ME

MY FULL CODE NAME IS THE SPECKTATER

AND THIS IS THE SPECKTATING PART

WHEN I JUST SIT AND WAIT FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN

I BETTER NOT FALL ASLEEP

I DO SOME PUSHUPS AND SITUPS TO WAKE UP

THEN I SIT CROSSLEGGED AND TRY TO QUIET MY MIND

I TRY AND SUCCEED

ALL THERE IS FOR A LONG WHILE

IS THE PURR OF THE ENGINE

AND TIRES ROLLING ON ASPHALT

THE CAR TURNS LEFT

CLIMBS A CURB

PAUSES

MAYBE FOR A GARAGE DOOR TO OPEN

THEN IT PULLS SLOWLY FORWARD

STOPS

THE E BRAKE IS PULLED THE ENGINE TURNED OFF

THATS IT

WERE ON

ZIP UP PACK

PUT ON SHOULDERS

EXPAND TO CHILD SIZE AGAIN

RED CAP ON TIGHT

HIDE MY WHITE HAIR

SHOULD JUST DYE IT

FETAL POSITION

DONE

COME ON YOU LOSER

I DONT HAVE ALL NIGHT

PREP FOR ATTACK

TRUNK OPENS

YOU WOULDNT BELIEVE

HOW MANY OF THESE DUNGEONS EXIST

NOR WOULD YOU BELIEVE

HOW MANY OF THEM IVE BEEN IN

STILL THE SIZE OF A CHILD

I CRAWL OUT OF THE PILLOW SACK

THE ROOM IS PITCH BLACK EXCEPT FOR

A THIN BAR OF LIGHT

EMITTING FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY

DUNGEON CHAMBERS DOOR

I PULL OUT MY FLASHLIGHT CLICK IT ON

NO CAMERAS IN THE ROOM

I CLICK OFF THE FLASHLIGHT

EXPAND TO TRUE SIZE AND SUIT UP

THE DARKNESS DOESNT HINDER ME

IVE DONE THIS BEFORE

HELMET GLOVES JACKET

READY

I TURN ON THE HEADLAMP MOUNTED ON MY HELMET

FURTHER EXAMINE MY DUNGEON CELL

ITS BARELY WIDER THAN MY SHOULDERS

AND AS LONG AS A COFFIN

I WAS DELIVERED TO THIS CHAMBER IN A PILLOW SACK

PILLOW SACK SERVES TWO PURPOSES

HOOD AND BED

OTHERWISE THERES NOTHING ELSE IN HERE

EXCEPT A PLASTIC BUCKET

AND THE OVERPOWERING SCENT OF DISINFECTANT

ON THE WALLS AND FLOOR ARE MANY STAINS

IN THE CEILING IS A SINGLE LIGHT

A HALOGEN LIGHT BY THE MIRRORED LOOK OF IT

THERE ARE NO WINDOWS OR VENTS

ONLY THE DOOR IN FRONT OF ME

IN THE DOOR IS A PEEPHOLE

A GLASS AND METAL ONE

IM SURE IT PEEPS IN AT ME AND NOT OUT

I CLICK OFF MY HEADLAMP

WHEN MY CAPTOR OPENED THE TRUNK

THE LIGHTS IN HIS GARAGE WERE OFF

HE HAD NO WEAPON

ONLY THE PILLOW SACK

HE STUFFED ME INTO IT

ME READY TO SHRINK AND VANISH FROM ANY THREAT

THEN CARRIED ME INTO THE HOUSE

AS FAR AS I CAN SURMISE

WE ENTERED A CLOSET

IN THE CLOSET FLOOR WAS A TRAPDOOR

UNDER THE TRAPDOOR WERE CREAKING WOODEN STAIRS

AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS WAS ANOTHER DOOR

THAT LED TO THE DUNGEON

WHERE IS MY CAPTOR NOW

IS HE HOLDING ANYONE ELSE CAPTIVE

FROM THE SIZE OF MY QUARTERS

I HYPOTHESIZE THAT THIS GUY

HAS HIS DUNGEON SET UP

WITH SEVERAL NARROW COFFIN LONG CHAMBERS

BLOODY HELL

I SHRINK DOWN TO SPECK SIZE

AND ENTER THE SLICE OF LIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF MY DOOR

I HATE SHRINKING TO ANY SIZE UNDER SIX INCHES

EXISTING AT THAT SIZE IS LIKE

HARDLY EXISTING AT ALL

BUT ITS THE ONLY WAY OUT

I JOG UNDER THE DOOR

WHEN ONE IS THE SIZE OF A SPECK

DUST BECOMES AS DENSE AND HARD TO TRAVERSE AS BEACH SAND

PEBBLES BECOME BOULDERS

A DOORS THICKNESS BECOMES A ONE HUNDRED YARD DASH

RUN SPECK RUN

THERE

IM OUT FROM UNDER THE DOOR

I EXPAND TO SIX INCHES

THE HALL IS LIT

WHATS WITH THE HALOGEN LIGHTS

ONE IN A CAN IN THE CEILING

DANG

SMILE SPECK

YOURE ON CAMERA

A BLACK CAM WITH A RED EYE

IS MOUNTED ON THE CEILING AT THE END OF THE HALL

CHEESE I WHISPER

AS I FLIP THE CAM THE BIRD

MOST SECURITY SURVEILLANCE SYSTEMS SUCK

BLACK AND WHITE MONITORS

CRAPPY RESOLUTION

HOWS HE GONNA SEE SIX INCH ME

THROUGH ALL OF HIS MONITORS STATIC AND SNOW

IS HE EVEN WATCHING

IT DOESNT MATTER

IM IN

ITS OVER

I LOOK DOWN THE HALL

THERES NINE DOORS

INCLUDING MINE

FIVE DOORS TO MY LEFT

FOUR TO MY RIGHT

THE RIGHT SIDE INCLUDES MY CELL

ILL START WITH THE FIVE ON MY LEFT

GO

LEFT DOOR 1

I RUN UNDER IT

PEEK OUT INTO THE DARK HEADLAMP ON

ITS THE DOOR TO THE CREAKY STAIRS

GOOD TO KNOW WHERE THE EXIT IS

I CLICK OFF MY HEADLAMP

POP OUT INTO THE HALL

EXPAND TO A FOOT

DASH TO

LEFT DOOR 2

JUMP DOWN TO SPECK SIZE

PLOD KNEE DEEP THROUGH DUST

JUMP LOG THICK HAIRS

ICK

NO

SPIDERWEB

IVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD ARACHNOPHOBIA

MOST SPIDERS ARE SMALLER THAN ONES PINKIE FINGERNAIL

HOW CAN ANYONE WEARING A PAIR OF SHOES

BE AFRAID OF A SPIDER

JUST STEP SQUASH

CLEAN UP WITH SINGLE SQUARE OF TOILET TISSUE

NOW SPIDERWEBS

YES THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL

THEY ARE A FASCINATING PHENOMENON OF NATURE

BUT WHEN YOURE SPECK SIZED

THEY JUST SUCK

I DONT STRUGGLE

ILL JUST BECOME MORE ENTANGLED IN THE WEB

PLUS

SPIDERS RESPOND MORE TO MOVEMENT AND VIBRATION

THAN TO THE SIGHT OF THEIR PREY

ESPECIALLY IN THE DARK

I REMAIN PERFECTLY STILL

LOOK UP

AND STARE STRAIGHT INTO THE EIGHT EYES

OF THE WEB SPINNER

I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS

TWO PUNCHES TO ITS MAIN TWO EYES

I HOP ON THE BASTARDS BACK

KICK ITS ABDOMEN

AND WHISPER GIDDYAP

AS I RIDE HIM OUT FROM UNDER THE DOOR

AND INTO THE CHAMBER

I ROLL OFF

EXPAND TO TWO FEET

I DONT STEP ON THE GUY

I KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE THAT SMALL

MOSTLY YOURE SCARED ALL THE TIME

I CLICK ON HEADLAMP

MAN

ALL THAT FOR NOTHING

THE CHAMBERS EMPTY

EXCEPT FOR A BUCKET

STAINS

AND THE STENCH OF DISINFECTANT

NO TIME TO WASTE

NEXT CHAMBER

LEFT DOOR 3

THROUGH THE CRACK UNDER THE DOOR

I ENTER THE CHAMBER

EXPAND TO TWO FEET CLICK ON HEADLAMP

OH GOD

BEFORE ME IS A POOL OF DARK ICHOR

A SWAMP OF BLACK SLUDGE

IT NEARLY COVERS THE ENTIRE CONCRETE FLOOR OF THE CHAMBER

ITS BLOOD

OLD AND COLD

THATS NOT THE BEST PART

THE BEST PART IS THE MAGGOTS FEEDING ON THE BLOOD

THERES TONS OF THEM

TENS OF SQUIRMING CLUMPS OF THEM

I SWALLOW HARD TO KEEP MY NUTRITION BAR DOWN

PEER AROUND THE CHAMBER

BESIDES THE LAKE OF BLACK DEATH

THERES NOTHING ELSE IN HERE

JUST ME AND THE MAGGOTS

I TURN SHRINK

DASH UNDER THE DOOR

RUN INTO A MAGGOT

AS TALL AS SPECK SIZED ME

MAN THOSE MAGGOTS

THEY JUST WRIGGLE EVERYWHERE

YOU THINK SEEING MAGGOTS

ROUND THE TRASH IS DISGUSTING

RUNNING SMACK DAB INTO ONE

FACE TO FACE ALMOST KISSING

IS ABSOLUTELY BEYOND HORRIFYING

WE WRIGGLE TOGETHER

OUT FROM UNDER THE DOOR

BACK INTO THE CHAMBER

OH GOD

GET OFF ME

I EXPAND TO THREE FEET

JUST TO GET FURTHER AWAY

FROM THE SQUIRMING PUSTULE

BUT I DIDNT LET GO OF IT

AS I EXPANDED

SO DID IT

HOLY JC BUDDHA AND TOM CRUISE

A THREE FOOT MAGGOT

THATS JUST WRONG

THE THING LOOKS LIKE A GIGANTIC WRIGGLING

CONDOM FULL OF MAYONNAISE

IM JUST TRYING TO DO SOME GOOD DOWN HERE

IN THIS EVIL DUNGEON

NOT CREATE PERVERSIONS OF NATURE

OH JEEZ

THE THING IS WHIPPING AND WRIGGLING AROUND

IN THE BLACK GUCK

I COVER MY MOUTH WITH ONE HAND

GRAB THE THINGS TAIL WITH MY OTHER

WE SHRINK

I RUN

CURSE MYSELF FOR NOT PACKING

ANY HAND SANITIZER

OUT FROM UNDER THE DOOR I GO

TO NEARLY RUN INTO THE PATH OF MY CAPTOR

HE WALKS BY

HUGE AND LOOMING

CAP ON LONG COAT FLOWING BEHIND HIM

I STAND STILL NOT EVEN BREATHING IN THE DOORWAY

YOU DIDNT SEE ME I SAY

OVER AND OVER AGAIN IN MY HEAD

YOU DIDNT SEE ME

NOT EVEN THROUGH YOUR RED EYED CAMERA

IT SEEMS SO

MY CAPTOR WALKS INTO RIGHT DOOR 2

SECOND UP FROM THE END OF THE HALL

OR GOING CLOCKWISE

LEFT DOOR 7

ILL DRAW A MAP FOR YA

HE LEAVES THE DOOR OPEN A CRACK

I PUSH DOWN THE FEAR

REMEMBER WHY IM HERE

AND TRAVERSE UNDER

LEFT DOOR 4

AWW

NO

THE CHAMBER IS NOT EMPTY

I DONT WANT TO DESCRIBE WHAT I SEE

ILL ONLY SAY

THAT IM TOO LATE FOR HER

HER DESSICATED

CHAINED TO THE WALL

WHEN THIS IS OVER

WELL GET YOU HOME

THIS PIT

WILL NOT BE YOUR FINAL RESTING PLACE

I CAREFULLY EXIT LEFT DOOR 4

AND ENTER LEFT DOOR 5

ITS A CLEANING CLOSET

MOP BUCKET

RUBBER GLOVES PLASTIC BAGS

LYE

SAWS

SUPER

EXIT

LEFT SIDE DONE

GONNA FINISH THIS TONIGHT

I SPRING UP TO A FOOT TALL

CROSS TO THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE DUNGEON HALL

IM RIGHT UNDER THE CAMERA

IT CANT SEE ME

RIGHT DOOR 6

DOES NOT HAVE A LOCK ON IT

NOR IS IT FULLY CLOSED

GOTTA BE CAREFUL SPECK

YOUR CRAZY CAPTOR IS IN THE NEXT CHAMBER

I PEEK INTO RIGHT DOOR 6

ONE PEEK IS ENOUGH

FOR SEVERAL LIFETIMES

NOBODY IN THERE

JUST A DENTAL EXAMINATION CHAIR

ITS OLD AND STAINED

HAS HEAD WRIST AND ANKLE RESTRAINTS

BY THE CHAIR IS A VIDEO CAM ON A TRIPOD

HANGING ON THE WALLS ARE

NASTY LOOKING SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS

ALL OF THEM MADE OF STAINLESS STEEL

ALL OF THEM LOOKING RAZOR SHARP

TORTURE CHAMBER

EVERY GOOD DUNGEON HAS ONE

I LOOK AWAY EXIT THE CHAMBER

BEFORE I CAN IMAGINE

WHAT ALL THOSE INSTRUMENTS CAN DO

AND WHAT THEYVE DONE

AW GREAT

TOO LATE

THE SIGHT OF THAT ROOM

WILL BE SMEARED ON MY MEMORY FOR A WHILE

TOO BAD THEY DONT MAKE TOILET PAPER

FOR THE BRAIN

SHUSH

BEWARE SPECK

COMING UP IS RIGHT DOOR 7

THE DOOR TO THE CHAMBER

WITHIN WHICH LIES YOUR CAPTOR

HES HUGE POWERFUL DEADLY SILENT

AND COMPLETELY INSANE

I CONDENSE TO SIX INCHES TALL

MY FOOTFALLS MAKE NO DISCERNIBLE SOUND

YET STILL I TIPTOE PAST LEFT DOOR 7

THE DOOR IS AJAR

I PEER WITHIN

ALL I SEE IS BONES

BONES MOUNTED ON THE WALLS

BONES HANGING FROM THE CEILING

BONE MOBILES BONE SCULPTURE

BIRD BONES CAT BONES DOG BONES

HUMAN BONES

WHAT A HOBBY

AW MAN

I DONT WANNA BE DOWN HERE ANYMORE

THERES NOTHING DOWN HERE BUT DEATH

JUST ME AND DEATH

JUST WANT TO BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

THEN GO TO THE AIRPORT

SHRINK AND STOWAWAY ON A PLANE TO HAWAII

GET MOVIN SPECK

DONT STARE TOO LONG

EVIL KNOWS WHEN YOURE WATCHING

AND THERES EVIL

RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THOSE BONES

HE SITS AT A DESK COVERED WITH BUNDLES

OF LITTLE BONE PROJECTS

HIS BACKS TO ME

HES EATING A SANDWICH

IS IT PB AND J ON WHITE

HE HAS A WALKMAN ON

WE ARE BOTH OLD

HES STILL USING CASSETTES

AND I KNOW WHAT A CASSETTE IS

HO

HE JUMPS OFF HIS SEAT

MY HEART NEARLY JUMPS OUT OF MY CHEST

HE TAKES OFF HIS LONG COAT

I TAKE OFF TO

LEFT DOOR 8

JUST WANNA GET OUTTA HERE AND CALL THE COPS

JUST ONE MORE CHAMBER TO CHECK

WHATS IT GONNA BE THIS TIME

RATS

HURRY UP SPECK

YOUR CAPTORS HAD HIS SNACK

AND IT LOOKS LIKE HES ON THE MOVE

PROBABLY PREPPING TO SHOW CHILDSIZED YOU A GOOD TIME

BEHIND RIGHT DOOR 9

I SHRINK POP IN HEADLAMP ON

NOTHING BUT STAINED DRYWALL BUCKET CONCRETE

OKAY

DONE

ITS MILLER TIME

WHOA

SLOW DOWN

WHATS THAT

IS THAT A CRUMPLED OLD TOWEL BY THE BUCKET

NAW

ITS A WRINKLED UP SWEATSHIRT

ON A KID

KIDS HEAD IS DOWN IN ARMS WRAPPED ROUND KNEES

ALMOST DIDNT SEE HIM

ALL CURLED INTO A BALL IN THE CORNER

AW JEEZ

IS HE ALIVE

I EXPAND SLOWLY TO ABOUT FOUR FEET

APPROACH

PRESS THE KIDS ARM

ALIVE

SHAKING

SCARED TO DEATH

BUT ALIVE

HELLO I WHISPER

HE DOESNT LOOK UP

HES AFRICAN AMERICAN

5 OR 6 YEARS OLD

JESUS CHRIST

SWEET JESUS CHRIST

THE KIDS SO SCARED

HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN DOWN HERE IN THE DARK

WHATS BEEN DONE TO HIM

I TRY NOT TO CRY

CANT CRY

GOTTA BE STRONG FOR THIS KID

GOTTA GET HIM OUTTA HERE

HI I WHISPER THROUGH THE LUMP IN MY THROAT

I WIPE AT MY EYES

MY NAMES THE SPECK

IM A

FREAK I THINK

IM A

A SUPERHERO I SAY

IM GONNA SAVE YOU

GET YOU OUTTA HERE

BUY YOU A HAPPY MEAL

YOU LIKE CHICKEN MCNUGGETS

LIFTING HIS HEAD A LITTLE

HE PEEKS AT ME

THATS WHEN I HEAR THE DRAGON

KID BURIES HIS HEAD AGAIN

THE DRAGON SCREECHES THEN SNARLS

HES IN THE NEXT CHAMBER

RIGHT DOOR NUMBER NINE

MY CHAMBER

HES PROBABLY A LITTLE UPSET IM NOT IN THERE

ALL GOES SILENT

WE HAVE THIRTY SECONDS

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ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 4 A SERIAL POEM BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 4

ON THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD PLAYING DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS

A CHAPTER IN THREE PARTS

PART ONE

THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD

THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONCERN

I SAY TO THE GOOD PEOPLE

BUT IM A FULLY FUNCTIONING ADULT LITTLE PERSON

IM GOING HOME FROM WORK

I WAVE GOODBYE TO THEM

THEY HESITATE

PARALYZED BY CONCERN

THEN THEY TURN AND GO BACK TO THEIR BUSINESS

THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD PEOPLE

EVEN HERE IN THE WORST PART OF TOWN

THE GOOD PEOPLE

THEY RISK THEMSELVES

AND COME OUT OF HIDING FOR ME

ITS MY SMALLNESS THAT DRAWS THEM OUT

MY NAME IS TATE TYNEE

AKA THE SPECK

I WIELD THE FREAKISH ABILITY TO SHRINK IN SIZE

RIGHT NOW

I AM SHRUNK TO THE SIZE OF A CHILD

A LITTLE OVER THREE FEET TALL

MY WHITE HAIR IS CONCEALED BY A RED CAP

A LA HOLDEN CAULFIELD

TO MOST

I LOOK LIKE A LOST KID

ON THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD

FROM MOST

MY LOST KIDNESS BRINGS OUT PROTECTIVE

PARENTAL INSTINCTS

THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD PEOPLE

MY KIND OF PEOPLE

THEY APPROACH ME WITH THEIR COURAGE AND CONCERN

IT FILLS ME UP WITH THE STRENGTH

TO CARRY OUT TONIGHTS DARK TASK

UNFORTUNATELY

TONIGHTS TASK IS NOT TO FIND GOOD PEOPLE

IM OUT HERE ON THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD

PLAYING DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS

SPECK STYLE

LIKE I SAID

IM CHILD SIZED RIGHT NOW

MY SPECK STUFF

WHITE LAB COAT HELMET JACKET

THEYRE IN MY RED BACKPACK

MATCHING MY RED PACK AND CAP

IS MY RED T SHIRT

ON IT IS MY LOGO

THE LOGO LOOKS LIKE AN S SHAPED EXCLAMATION MARK

UPON CLOSER INSPECTION

IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE A MAN SHRINKING TO THE SIZE OF A

SPECK

ILL POST A PICTURE

IM ALL DRESSED IN RED

FOR TONIGHT

I AM BAIT

AS RED AS RAW MEAT

CHILD SIZED

I WALK AMONG THE PROSTITUTES AND PIMPS

ADDICTS AND DEALERS

AND THESE ARE THE GOOD PEOPLE

CURSED WITH HARD LUCK AND HARD TIMES

STILL

SOMETHING IN SOME OF THEM

MANAGES TO SHINE AND REACH OUT

AS I WALK BY

LIKE I GIVE AN S ABOUT ENDING SENTENCES WITH PREPOSITIONS

YO

IM NOT EVEN USING PUNCTUATION

CRY TO YOUR ENGLISH PROFESSOR

I WEAVE IN AND OUT

OF POPULATED AND UNPOPULATED AREAS

IN BRIGHTER PEOPLED PLACES

I SHOW MYSELF

DROP MY SCENT

THEN I HEAD INTO DARK EMPTY SPACES

FAR FROM THE HERD

OFFERING OPPURTUNITY

HOPING SOMEONE IS CHASING THE LURE

TAKING THE BAIT

WHEN WILL IT HAPPEN

HOPEFULLY SOONER THAN LATER

WOULD LIKE TO RETAIN AS MUCH ENERGY AS POSSIBLE

FOR THE TASK AHEAD

AND NOT WASTE IT ON WALKING

DIMINUTIVE

I TREAD INTO DARK ALLEYS

DEEP DEAD ENDS

CREEPY CORNERS

THERE

PARKED IN THE DARK

IS A DECREPIT LOOKING VAN

ALL PRIMER AND GRIME

IS IT INHABITED OR ABANDONED

IS IT A STEEL NEST OF EVIL

IT CERTAINLY IS A SERIAL CRIMINAL CLICHE

I APPROACH THE VEHICLE

KNOCK ON ITS DENTED DOOR

KNOCK HARD

KNOCK LONG

NO RESPONSE

SO I START KNOCKING A DRUM SOLO

ON THE RUSTED WRECK

DOOR IS MY BASS

REARVIEW IS MY SNARE

DOOR DOOR REAR

DOOR DOOR REAR

DOOR DOOR REAR REAR

DOOR DOOR REAR

THEN I SPY HIM IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE

HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN STALKING ME

HIS HEADLIGHTS ARE OFF

HIS ENGINE BARELY AUDIBLE

BEWARE SPECK BEWARE

THE QUIET ONES ARE MORE LETHAL

THAN TEN NOISY ONES

I TURN FROM THE DECREPIT VAN

AND WALK DEEPER INTO DARKNESS

I BARELY HEAR HIS CAR DOOR OPEN

IM READY FOR YOU I WHISPER

AS THE SHADOWS CONSUME ME

HE IS WALKING BEHIND ME

ADRENALINE JOLTS THROUGH MY BODY

MY HANDS SHAKE WITH FEAR AND FURY

I PLACE THEM IN MY POCKETS

HIS FOOTFALLS ARE AS QUIET AS A CATS

I HUNCH OVER AND SHAKE PRETENDING IM COLD

PRETENDING IM SMALL AND HELPLESS

PREP FOR GUN KNIFE ATTACK

HE SWOOPS DOWN ON ME

AND I AM IN HIS CLAWS

ALL I CAN THINK IS

THROW ME IN THE TRUNK A HOLE

I DONT WANT TO HEAR YOUR SHT

HIS GRIP IS STRONG

HIS BELLY PLUSH

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU DONE THIS I THINK

WAS IT YOU I THINK

AND THE FURY ALMOST TAKES ME

MAKES ME WANT TO EXPAND AND SLAM HIM DOWN RIGHT THERE

IT TAKES EVERYTHING IN ME

TO RELAX AND REMAIN A RAG DOLL IN HIS GRIP

HE CARRIES ME BACK TO HIS CAR

HIS GLOVED CLAW OVER MY MOUTH

HIS LONG COAT FLAPPING

THE BILL OF HIS CAP LOOKING LIKE SOME PREDATORY BEAK

HE IS OILY AND CUNNING

DOESNT WANT A KID YELLING SCREAMING

BEATING ON THE WINDOWS OF HIS CAR

MAKING A SCENE DRAWING ATTENTION

I AM SWALLOWED WHOLE

INTO THE TRUNK OF HIS CAR

THE TRUNK DOOR CRUNCHES DOWN

AND WE SOAR OFF AND AWAY FROM

THE BIG BAD BOULEVARD

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THE WONDROUS RANDOM BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

YO
THIS IS AN OPEN POEM THAT I WILL ADD TO
YES
AT RANDOM

SAW A WOMAN ON A PINK MOTOR SCOOTER
SHE HAD A TRIM FIGURE CLAD IN
BLACK HELMET
PURPLE SCARF
BLACK OVERCOAT
DARK BLUE JEANS
AND BLACK HIGH HEELS
REALLY
3 INCH HEELS
AND RIDING A SCOOTER



IM GLAD PERIODS HAVE REPLACED
THE PARENTHESES AND HYPHENS ON PHONE NUMBERS
MAKES PHONE NUMBERS LOOK SLEEK AND STREAMLINED NOW
A LITTLE MORE ARTFUL AND LESS TECHNICAL



MY YOUNGER SON WAS WATCHING
PEE WEES BIG ADVENTURE
THAT PART WHEN THE GIGANTIC COMPLICATED CONTRAPTION
IS MAKING HIS BREAKFAST

MY BOY MARVELED AT ALL THE TOYS
BOOTS AND ODDITIES WHIRRING AND SPINNING AROUND
TO COOK THE MORNING MEAL

THE BREAKFAST WAS FINALLY PRODUCED
A SHORT STACK OF GRIDDLE CAKES
WITH EGG EYES A STRAWBERRY NOSE
AND A BACON MOUTH

PEE WEE THEN POURED MR T CEREAL ALL OVER IT
AND BURIED THE PANCAKE FACE

AWWWW MY BOY GROANED
LIKE A GUY WATCHING HIS FAVORITE FOOTBALL TEAM
FUMBLE A PASS AT THE SUPERBOWL



HOLY S
SAW HER AGAIN
THE PINK SCOOTER WOMAN IN HIGH HEELS

SAW HER GOING WEST ON CULVER AND OVERLAND
SHES MYSTERIOUS IN HER HELMET
IT COVERS HER ENTIRE HEAD AND FACE
WHO IS SHE
WHATS HER HERITAGE
WHATS HER HAIR LIKE
DOES THE HELMET MESS IT UP

SHE LOOKS LIKE A POWER RANGER SUPERHERO

TODAY HER ENSEMBLE WAS
BLACK HELMET
WHITE TURTLENECK
PINK PUFFY VEST
DARK BLUE STRAIGHT LEG JEANS OVER
OF COURSE
HIGHHEELED BLACK LEATHER BOOTS
THE HEEL TODAY
TWO INCHES HIGH

I LOVE YOU PINK SCOOTER WOMAN
MAY THE GODS OF TRAFFIC NEVER DAMN YOU
TO A COMMUTE ON THE 405
OR DENY YOU CONVENIENT PARKING


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IVE SEEN MY SPIRIT ANIMAL AND OF COURSE ITS A LONE WOLF BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

READY FOR SOME HAFJAK MUMBO JUMBO
OKAY

YOU EVER SEE THAT MOVIE SERPENT AND THE RAINBOW
GOOD STUFF
DIRECTED BY WES CRAVEN
STARRING BILL PULLMAN AS A SCIENTIST ACTION HERO

I DUG IT
SURPRISED ME HOW GOOD IT WAS
ESPECIALLY THE END

ANYWAY

THE BEST PART OF THE MOVIE WAS
THE GOOD GUY AND THE BAD GUY
HAVE THESE VISIONS OF THEIR SPIRIT ANIMALS
ANIMALS THAT DEFINE EACH MANS SOUL

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

HERE COMES THE MUMBO JUMBO

IVE TOTALLY SEEN MY SPIRIT ANIMAL
SEE HIM EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES

WHAT I SEE
IS BLACK AND BLURRY
ITS THE SILHOUETTE OF A DOGLIKE CREATURE
COULD BE A COYOTE A DOBERMAN A WOLF

ITS LEGS ARE LONG
ITS EARS POINTED AND PRICKED
IT IS ALWAYS RUNNING

ITS EYES LOOK FORWARD
SCANNING THE HORIZON
ITS HEAD IS ALWAYS POINTED TO THE RIGHT
AND LIKE I SAID
ITS ALWAYS RUNNING

WHERE IS IT
IT RUNS AGAINST A BACKDROP OF INDIGO BLUE
THATS ALL THE DEFINITION I CAN SEE OF ITS WHEREABOUTS
A PATCH OF RICH INDIGO BLUE
LIKE A VAST DESERT PLAIN
ILLUMINATED BY MOONLIGHT

AND LIKE I SAID
ITS ALWAYS RUNNING
LOPING
GALLOPING

YEAH I KNOW
TOTALLY CLICHE
A LONE WOLF RIGHT
WHAT B S

THE IMAGE OF THE LOPING WOLFLIKE SILHOUETTE
IS ALWAYS THERE IN MY MIND
SOMETIMES ITS COMFORTING
THE CREATURE IS ALIVE HEALTHY AND ACTIVE
SOMETIMES ITS GRIM
YOU KNOW
LONE WOLF
ITS ALONE

BUT ITS ALWAYS THERE
TROTTING ACROSS MY MOONLIT CONSCIOUSNESS

I WISH I NEEDED DRUGS TO SEE IT
BUT I CANT TAKE DRUGS
I CANT DRINK SMOKE OR INJECT
IVE ALREADY GOT IT
WHAT DRUGTAKERS SEEK

IVE SPOKEN WITH DRUGTAKERS
THEY ENVY ME AND I THEM
THEY ENVY MY EVER RUNNING MIND
I ENVY THEIR STILL AND QUIET MIND

BUT WE ARE THE SAME
WE ARE BOTH ADDICTED
WE HAVE BOTH CHOSEN OUR POISONS
WHICH ELATE AND DESTROY US

YEAH
THAT SERPENT AND THE RAINBOW
WAS A PRETTY GOOD MOVIE
I WANT TO FURTHER RESEARCH THIS SPIRIT ANIMAL THING
IT EXISTS IN EVERY HUMAN CULTURE AND MYTHOLOGY
FROM CHINESE MARTIAL ARTS
TO SOUTH AMERICAN DRUG RITUALS
TO AFRICAN FABLES
TO ANCIENT GREEK MYTHS
TO NATIVE AMERICAN SPIRIT DANCES
TO AMERICAN POP CULTURE SUPERHERROES

LONE WOLF DIVIZ

LONE WOLF AND 3 HAFCUBS

LONE WOLF JAK
OVER AND
OFF


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ALCOHOLIC WRITER PRAYS BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ALCOHOLIC WRITER LOOKED AT HIS CLOCK RADIO

ITS DIGITAL NUMBERS GLOWED 300 AM

IT WAS WORRY THAT WOKE HIM

IT WOKE HIM OFTEN

HE TURNED

TRIED TO GET BACK TO SLEEP

BUT HIS MIND CHATTERED LIKE A COCAINE MONKEY

ABOUT ALL THE THINGS TO FEAR

ALL THE THINGS TO DO

HE OPENED HIS EYES

EVERYWHERE THEY LOOKED

THERE WAS A MESS OR MISTAKE TO FIX

THIS IS IT THOUGHT THE ALCOHOLIC WRITER

THE WORRY HAS ME AND WONT LET GO TILL DAWN

HE BLINKED

AND SAW AN IMAGE

HE CLOSED HIS EYES AND STARED AT IT

THE IMAGE WAS OLD WORN AND POSTCARD SIZED

IT DEPICTED IN WARM COLORS

A BED IN A CANDLELIT ROOM

KNEELING BESIDE THE BED WAS A CHILD

HEAD BOWED HANDS CLASPED

KID WAS PRAYING

WHERE HAD HE SEEN THE IMAGE

LONG AGO

ON SOME PRAYER CARD

WHAT WAS THE KID PRAYING FOR

HIMSELF

HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS

FOR A TOY

A PLAYSTATION

IT WAS EASY TO MOCK THE SAPPY IMAGE

FOR A MOMENT HIS MIND POINTED AND LAUGHED AT THE THING

THE LAUGHING DIED OFF

AND THE IMAGE REMAINED

WARM BEAUTIFUL AND COMFORTING

AT 3 AM THE AWAKE AND WORRIED ALCOHOLIC WRITER

ASKED WHY NOT

AND IN HIS MIND REACHED FORWARD

TO GRASP THE IMAGE ON THE PRAYER CARD

SUDDENLY

HE WAS IN THE CATHEDRAL OF HIS MIND

HE KNELT IN ITS SINGLE PEW

HE LIFTED HIS HEAD FROM HIS CLASPED HANDS AND LOOKED AROUND

IT WAS WARM AND DIM IN THE CATHEDRAL

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL EMPTY AND VAST

ITS BEAUTY WAS ITS EMPTINESS

NO IMAGES WERE HUNG UP TO INFILTRATE HIS EYES

NO SOUNDS SNUCK INTO HIS EARS

THERE WAS ONLY THE EMPTY VASTNESS

HE COULD NOT SEE AN ENTRANCE OR EXIT TO THE PLACE

NOR ITS BEGINNING OR END

NOT EVEN THE CEILING

ONLY HE EXISTED

WITHIN THE CATHEDRALS CLOUD GREY WALLS

THAT STRETCHED ON UNTIL THEY VANISHED INTO DARKNESS

HE WAS ALL KNELT AND HAND CLASPED

SO HE TAPPED INTO THE UNIVERSE THE WAY HE WAS TAUGHT

CATHOLIC STYLE

HE CALLED OUT TO GOD OR WHATEVER IT WAS

THAT WAS DEEP INSIDE ALL AROUND AND EVERYWHERE

UHHHH

THANKS FOR THE WORDS SAID THE ALCOHOLIC WRITER

THEY KEEP COMIN

I APPRECIATE IT

TRYIN TO WRITE EM ALL DOWN

I FEEL LIKE A BROKEN WATER MAIN

ALL THIS STUFF FLOWING OUT

BUT

IS IT GONNA DRY UP

AM I GONNA FIX MY BREAK SOMEHOW

STOP THE FLOW

WILL THE WORDS LEAVE ME

WITH NOTHING BUT BLANK PAGES BOOZE AND BITTERNESS

HIS FEAR WAS CONFESSED

IT FLOATED AWAY

DISAPPEARED INTO THE DARKNESS

HE FELT RELIEF

ENJOYED IT IN THE SILENCE

THEN HE HEARD A CALM VOICE

HIS VOICE

IT SAID

STUPID

THE ALCOHOLIC WRITER WAS ALL EARS

KEEP BEING STUPID SAID HIS VOICE

IF YOU REMAIN STUPID

NEVER A BLOCK WILL IMPEDE YOU

DARE TO BE STUPID

TO DO STUPID THINGS

TO WRITE ABOUT STUPID STUFF IN YOUR STUPID STYLE

DARE TO BE STUPID

TO STUMBLE AND TRIP

TO PRATFALL IN FRONT OF A CROWD

AND LAUGH WITH THEM

AT YOUR UNENDING FLOW OF STUPIDITY

DARE TO BE STUPID

BE PROUD OF BEING STUPID

BE STUPID WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TIME LEFT TO BE STUPID

JUST KEEP BEING STUPID

STUPID

AND NEVER A BLOCK WILL IMPEDE YOU

NOW GO TO SLEEP STUPID

THE VOICE WENT AWAY CATHEDRAL VANISHED

ALL THAT REMAINED WAS AN EMPTY BRAIN AND A WARM BED

THE ALCOHOLIC WRITER SUNK BACK INTO SLUMBER

SLEPT LONG AND DEEP

IN THE MORNING HE FELL OUT OF BED

STEPPED ON A CLUSTER OF LEGOS

AND RAN INTO A CABINET DOOR

HE TURNED ON THE TV AND HEARD NEWS

THAT NOT ONE NOT TWO BUT THREE WATER MAINS

HAD BUSTED OPEN ALL OVER TOWN

ALCOHOLIC WRITER ATE HIS BREAKFAST

AND JOTTED HIS THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT

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ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 3 A SERIAL POEM BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 3

MY POWER

HI

ME AGAIN

THE SPECKTATER

AKA THE SPECK

THE SHRINKING FREAK

NOW THAT YOU HAVE A VISUAL OF ME

SOME BACKGROUND INFORMATION

LETS DISCUSS MY POWER

BEAR WITH ME

LIKE MOST OF MY LIFE

I HAVENT PUSHED MYSELF OR MY POWER TO ITS FULLEST POTENTIAL

HERES WHAT IVE DISCOVERED

AFTER 37 YEARS OF DABBLING

MY SHRINKING POWER LAWS

LAW 1

I CAN SHRINK MYSELF

LAW 2

I CAN SHRINK THINGS

LAW 3

I CAN SHRINK OTHERS

OKAY

SO LAW 1

IF I CAN SHRINK MYSELF

CAN I SHRINK MY WAIST

SO I FIT INTO SIZE 30 PANTS AGAIN

NAW

I HAVENT REALLY TRIED SHRINKING INDIVIDUAL PARTS OF MYSELF

THATS JUST BIOLOGICALLY WEIRD AND POSSIBLY UNHEALTHY

WHEN I SHRINK

MY ENTIRE PERSON SHRINKS

EVERY HAIR AND CELL

SO DO I WIND UP NAKED AND DOLL SIZED IN A PILE OF CLOTHES

NO

BECAUSE LAW 2

I CAN SHRINK THINGS

WHEN I SHRINK

MY CLOTHES WALLET POCKETKNIFE BINOCULARS NOTEPAD

THEY ALL SHRINK WITH ME

CAN I SHRINK A 747 FULL OF PEOPLE

AND TOSS IT AROUND LIKE A PAPER AIRPLANE

THE LARGEST THING IVE SHRUNK SO FAR

HAS BEEN A MOTORCYCLE

THAT WASNT A PROBLEM

THE ONLY PROBLEM WAS

I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO RIDE THE THING

KEPT STALLING

IN A POLITICALLY CORRECT FIT

I TRIED TO SHRINK A HUMMER

I WAS A BIT DRUNK

I FAILED

JUST GOT A HEADACHE

BUT THE A HOLE DRIVER OF THE HUMMER

I COULD SHRINK HIM IN A HEARTBEAT

BECAUSE LAW 3

I CAN SHRINK OTHERS

AND IM PROUD TO STATE

NO SHRINKING TRAGEDIES HAVE OCCURRED YET

BUT IT DOES FREAK ME OUT WHEN I SHRINK OTHERS

ITS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF IT

I NEVER WANT TO HURT ANYBODY WITH MY POWER

WHEN I SHRINK MYSELF BIG DEAL

ITS OBVIOUSLY JUST SOMETHING I CAN DO

AN ABILITY I WAS BORN WITH

BUT WHEN I SHRINK OTHERS

I TRY TO BE AS CAREFUL AS POSSIBLE

LIKE THE DUDE ON STAR TREK WHO OPERATES THE TRANSPORTER

ONE WRONG MOVE

AND HE CAN SCATTER THE ATOMS OF HIS TRANSPORTEES

ALL OVER THE GALAXY

I NEVER WANT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON MY CONSCIENCE

COULDNT BEAR IT

SO IM VERY CAREFUL WHEN SHRINKING OTHERS

SO HOW DO I DO IT

HOW DOES THE SPECK SHRINK

I DONT KNOW

I JUST DO IT

LIKE WALKING BENDING MY ARM CLENCHING MY FIST BLINKING MY EYES

I JUST DO IT

HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO DO IT

IF I THOUGHT ABOUT IT

I PROBABLY WOULDNT BE ABLE TO DO IT

WHEN DID I START SHRINKING

WHEN DID THE ABILITY FIRST MANIFEST

WHEN I WAS OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND OTHER PEOPLE

TO EMPATHIZE

SO ITS ALWAYS BEEN THERE

DEVELOPING WITH ALL MY OTHER SKILLS

I FIRST SHRUNK FOR MY FAMILY

WHEN I WAS 2 OR 3

I REMEMBER MY MOTHER COMMUNICATING TO ME SOMEHOW OR OTHER

THAT I WAS GROWING TOO FAST

I WASNT HER LITTLE BABY ANYMORE

SO I SHRUNK

MY LITTLE BODY WAS GROWING

BUT I CONCEALED THIS GROWTH BY SHRINKING

IN HER ARMS

I WOULD SHRINK A BIT MORE

AND SHE WOULD ENJOY THE SENSATION OF HOLDING ME

SMALL AND INFANT LIKE AGAIN

MY STUNTED GROWTH HOWEVER ALARMED MY STEPFATHER

HE WAS QUITE WORRIED ABOUT ME

I GAVE MY MOTHER A FEW MORE MONTHS OF MY INFANT SIZE

THEN I GRANTED MY STEPFATHER RELIEF

BY ONE NIGHT EXPANDING TO MY TRUE SIZE

HE STILL TELLS THE STORY

OF HOW I SHOT UP FOUR INCHES AND GAINED TEN POUNDS OVERNIGHT

HE WAS OVERJOYED BY THIS

HIS JOY PLEASED MY MOTHER

WHO WAS BECOMING ALARMED BY HIS ALARM AT MY SMALLNESS

IT WAS THEN THAT I DECIDED

TO KEEP MY SHRINKING POWER A SECRET

I DID NOT KEEP IT A SECRET FROM MY SISTER

SIBLINGS CAN PROTECT THEIR PARENTS BY KEEPING TRUTHS SECRET

BUT SIBLINGS DO NOT KEEP SECRETS FROM EACH OTHER

WE ARE IN THE TRENCHES TOGETHER

WE ARE GROWING FIGHTING AND UNSETTLED TOGETHER

WE LOOK IN EACH OTHERS EYES AND KNOW THE TRUTH

WHILE POOR TIRED ADULTS ARE ALL TOO EAGER

TO BELIEVE CONVENIENT LIES

NO

I NEVER KEPT MY SHRINKING POWER SECRET FROM MY SISTER

I COULDNT HAVE

FROM THE MOMENT SHE WAS BORN

I WOULD SHRINK TO HER SIZE AND PLAY WITH HER

I WOULD SHRINK EVEN FURTHER TO PLAY FOR HER

THERE ID BE

UP ON HER HIGHCHAIR FEEDING TRAY

JUMPING AND TUMBLING AROUND

A LIVING DOLL

AS TALL AS HER CUP

BRANDISHING A SPEAR SIZED SPOON

HER BIG BROTHER SHRUNKEN AND TINY ON HER TRAY

GOOFING AROUND FOR HER AMUSEMENT

SHES ALL GROWN UP NOW

SHE COLLECTS SMURFS

ALL THESE PLASTIC SMURFS

SMALL AND DRESSED IN DIFFERENT OUTFITS

ENGAGED IN DIFFERENT ACTIVITIES

SHE A BIT OBSESSIVE ABOUT THEM

KEEPS THEM CLEAN AND ORDERLY IN A GLASS CASE

DID I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT

OR DID SHE JUST LOVE THE CARTOON

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ONCE AGAIN BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ONCE AGAIN

I FIND MYSELF DOWN ON ONE KNEE BEFORE HER

AS I WAS WHEN I PROPOSED

NEARLY FOURTEEN YEARS AGO

IN FRONT OF LULUS ALIBI

A CAFE ON SANTA MONICA AND SAWTELLE

LULUS IS GONE NOW

WERE STILL HERE

WERE IN OUR ROOM

THE ROOM IS WARM YELLOW WALLS

DARK BROWN FURNITURE

A BUMBLE BEE THEME

BORN OF MY MOTHERS NICKNAME FOR HER

SUEBEE

SHE SITS ON THE BED

IN FRONT OF HER LAPTOP

OUR BABY LAYS IN HER LAP

OUR SONS PLAY

ONE QUIET ONE SHOUTING

ONCE AGAIN

ANOTHER DAY HAS TAUGHT ME

HOW THANKFUL I MUST BE FOR HER

I ABSORB THE SIGHT AND SOUND OF HER

THEY ARE LIKE A DRUG TO ME

THE CASUAL BEAUTY OF HER UNTIED HAIR

PAJAMAS AND BARE FEET

HER EASY BEAMING SMILE

AND HOW CAN IT BE

BUT MORE GOOD NEWS FROM HER LIPS

IT SILENCES MY CHATTERING BRAIN

MELTS THE TENSION IN MY MUSCLES

ONCE AGAIN

ON MY KNEE

I THANK HER

THANK GOD

THANK IT ALL

THANK EVERY TWIST AND TURN OF FATE

THAT BROUGHT HER TO ME

SHE STOPS ME

THERE IS A REVERSAL

THEN SHE IS THANKING ME

AT FIRST IT SOUNDS

LIKE SOME GIBBERED FOREIGN LANGUAGE

THEN I ACCEPT IT

AND FILL UP

FILL TILL BURSTING FULL OF STRENGTH

AND IM READY TO

ONCE AGAIN

SERVE HER ANOTHER DAY

I GET UP OFF MY KNEE

GO TO THE FRIDGE

AND NUKE US SOME BURRITOS

ANOTHER SMALL MOMENT

MADE LUSCIOUS AND ETERNAL

BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

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JAK FEVER BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

YOURE GONNA HATE THIS

POSITIVE SPIN ON ILLNESS

BUT HERE GOES

DONT MIND GETTIN SICK

DONT GET SICK TOO OFTEN

NICE CHANGE IN ROUTINE

CHALLENGE TOO

HOW MUCH PAIN AND DISCOMFORT CAN I TAKE

ENLIGHTENING

NOTHINGS BETTER THAN BEING IN GOOD HEALTH

THE ILLNESS I PREFER

IS NOT A GOOEY COLD

BUT A BLAZING HALLUCINATION INDUCING FEVER

OH YEAH

YOU EVER SEE THAT MOVIE ALTERED STATES

DUDE GOES TO A JUNGLE IN SOUTH AMERICA

TO INGEST A DRUG

AND HAVE A REVELATORY EXPERIENCE

THATS QUITE AN ADVENTURE

ONE ID LIKE TO TAKE SOMEDAY

FOR NOW

ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PICK UP THE KIDS FROM SCHOOL

GIVE EM A HUG

REEL AS THEY SNEEZE DIRECTLY INTO MY FACE

AND REVELATORY EXPERIENCE

HERE I COME

I SAW A TV SHOW ONCE CALLED GOING TRIBAL

THE HOST VISITS PRIMITIVE TRIBES ROUND THE WORLD

LEARNS THEIR WAYS

IN ONE EPISODE

HE VISITED A REMOTE AFRICAN VILLAGE

TO PARTAKE IN A LEGENDARY DRUG EXPERIENCE

IN A HUT

WITH THE VILLAGE SHAMAN

THE HOST DRANK AN ELIXIR

PUKED IT UP

ACCORDING TO THE LEGEND

HE WOULD HAVE VISIONS

OF EVERYTHING HE HAD EVER DONE WRONG

OF EVERYONE HE HAD DONE WRONG TO

HE WOULD EXPERIENCE

A WRINGING OF THE CONSCIENCE

A CONFESSION OF CRIMES

A CONFRONTATION WITH HIS ESSENCE

AFTER 3 DAYS OF THIS

IF HE SURVIVED

HE WOULD EMERGE FROM THE HUT

WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF HOW TO BE A BETTER PERSON

OF HOW TO BETTER SERVE HIS WORLD AND THE PEOPLE IN IT

THIS IS WHAT A FIERY FEVER IS LIKE FOR ME

LIKE A BEAUTIFUL BURNING TRIBAL RITE

LIKE A HENDRIX JIM MORRISON PEYOTE HEADTRIP

FOR FREE

ALL YEAR LONG IM RUNNING

RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING

THEN A FEVER INFECTS ME

BLAZES THROUGH MY VEINS

KNOCKS ME DOWN

FLAT ON THE FLOOR

UP ON THE CEILING

PLAYS MOVIES OF EVERYTHING

IVE BEEN RUNNING FROM

RUNNING TO

RUNNING FOR

THE MOVIES SHOW ME THE DAMAGE IVE DONE

SHOW ME THE PATTERNS OF MY DESTRUCTIVE HABITS

LEVEL MY SKEWED PERCEPTIONS

CORRECT MY MISTAKEN IDENTIFICATIONS

WHEN THE FEVER REACHES ITS HIGHEST

I KNOW I GOTTA WATCH IT

THROW MYSELF INTO A TUB OF WATER

SNUFF THE FEVER

THEN THERE IS REST

A MORNING COMES

IM OFF AND RUNNING AGAIN

THE FEVER IS GONE

THE FEVER MOVIES REMAIN

THE KNOWLEDGE IS MINE

OF HOW TO BETTER SERVE MY WORLD AND PEOPLE

BUT I KNOW A LOT OF THINGS

MAYBE TOO MANY THINGS

AS I RUN

I BUMP INTO KNOCK OVER STEP ON SPILL OUT TURN OVER

AND MAKE MORE MOVIES FOR THE NEXT FEVER TO RUN

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ODE TO A CODE BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

A POEM ABOUT A VIRUS

CAUGHT A COLD VIRUS

IT WAS ALL UP AND STUFFED IN MY HEAD

FELT LIKE SOMEONE HAD THEIR FIST AROUND MY SINUSES

WAS TRYING TO PULL THEM OUT THROUGH THE BACK OF MY HEAD

THAT WAS FUN

BUT MOST INTERESTING

WERE THE INTENSE BODY ACHES

FELT LIKE AN ANTIQUE

A THING MADE OF CREAKING WOOD AND RUSTY HINGES

BARELY HELD TOGETHER AT ALL

HAD PAIN IN EVERY JOINT BONE AND MUSCLE

WAS GLORIOUS

FELT LIKE A 70 YEAR OLD

EVEL KNIEVEL

FOR A FEW DAYS

KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE OLD

STRICKEN

KNEW WHAT THE FUTURE HELD

WHAT OTHERS DEAL WITH MOMENT TO MOMENT

FOR ME THE COLLECTION OF ACHES

WAS LIKE A THROBBING PHOTO ALBUM

EACH PAIN A SNAPSHOT OF A MEMORY

ACHING FINGERS FROM PASSIONATE DRAWING AND WRITING

ACHING ARMS FROM HOLDING BEAUTIFUL BABIES

ACHING KNEES FROM A COUPLE OF YEARS OF CYCLING THROUGH

SUN GILDED LOS ANGELES NEIGHBORHOODS

ACHING FEET FROM RIDICULOUS BOUTS OF GOUTY ARTHRITIS

NOW

THE VIRUS IS GONE

IM YOUNG AGAIN

STRIDING ON TWO POWERFUL LEGS

SCRIBBLING WITH NIMBLE FINGERS

HEART STRONG

LUNGS CLEAR

CAUGHT A COLD VIRUS

CANT WAIT TILL THE NEXT ONE

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ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK 2 A SERIAL POEM BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

ADVENTURES OF THE SPECK

ME

LIKE I SAID

THE NAME IS TATE TYNEE

TYNEE IS FRENCH

PRONOUNCED TIN NAY

BUT WHEN SPOKEN BY THE COKE AND HAMBURGER CAKED

AMERICAN TONGUE

SOUNDS LIKE

TINY

JUST PERFECT FOR A SHRINKING MAN RIGHT

THE LAUGHS NEVER END WITH THE SPECKTATER

TO GIVE YOU A VISUAL

IM 37

I LOOK LIKE A PAUNCHY JIM JARMUSCH

AND ACT LIKE A CAFFED UP JEFF GOLDBLUM

LIKE I SAID IN THE LAST ENTRY

IM A COUCH POTATO

SO I COMPARE EVERYTHING TO MOVIES AND TV

SO JARMUSCH AND GOLDBLUM

THATS ME

ALL LANKY AND BOOKISH

TOPPED WITH THICK LIPS AND WHITE HAIR

PRETTY MUCH

I COME OFF LIKE AN ENTHUSIASTIC SCIENCE TEACHER

I EVEN WEAR A LONG WHITE LAB COAT

THE LAB COAT COVERS MY REAL CLOTHES

WHEN SHRUNK

I DO A LOT OF CLIMBING RUNNING AND JUMPING

SO UNDER MY WHITE LAB COAT

I DRESS LIKE A BIKER CROSSED WITH A MINER

I WEAR CLOTHING THATS TOUGH AND PROTECTIVE

YET LIGHT ENOUGH FOR ME TO RUN IN

LEATHER JACKETS GLOVES

COMBAT BOOTS

ARMY SURPLUS PANTS WITH BONUS POCKETS

ALL COLORED DIRT BROWN DUST GREY AND SPECK BLACK

THESE CLOTHES HELP ME SURVIVE WHEN IM SHRUNK DOWN

THE COLORS FADE INTO ANY ENVIRONMENT

THEIR TOUGHNESS PROTECTS MY UNSCALED UNFURRED SKIN

WHAT REALLY SELLS THE BIKER MINER THING

IS THE HELMET

I DONT WEAR IT WHEN IM LARGE

I SORT OF AUGMENTED AN ARMY HELMET

WITH HEADLIGHTS

AND DIRT BIKE HEADGEAR PIECES

TO MAKE A COMFY MULTIFUNCTIONAL

HEAD PROTECTION UNIT

BENEATH MY SPECK HELMET ARE MY GLASSES

YEAH I WEAR GLASSES

THEY RARELY FALL OFF

NO MATTER HOW HARD I GET KNOCKED AROUND WHEN SHRUNK

AND I COULDNT HELP MYSELF

I WEAR THESE T SHIRTS

I HAD THEM MADE SPECIAL

THEY COME IN DIFFERENT COLORS

BUT ALL OF THEM HAVE MY LOGO ON THEM

MY LOGO IS A MAN

A SYMBOL OF A MAN

LIKE ON YELLOW DIAMOND PEDESTRIAN SIGNS

HIS ARMS ARE UPRAISED

HIS BODY CURVES DOWN IN THE SHAPE OF AN S

THE S NARROWS AND THINS DOWN TO A POINT

BENEATH THAT POINT IS A DOT

A SPECK

IM NOT THAT SUPERPOWERED OR SUPERHEROIC

BUT I CAN HAVE A LOGO RIGHT

ENRON HAD A LOGO

I HAD BUSINESS CARDS PRINTED UP TOO

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STINKY CAT ON A SWEATER BY HAFJAK DIVIZ

WELL HELLO CAT

LOOK AT YOU

LAYING ON MY SWEATER

ARE YOU COMFY

WHATS THAT SMELL

OH BOY

PICK YA UP

TURN YA OVER

WHOA

HAD AN ACCIDENT EH

LOOKS LIKE YOUR BUTT BARFED A CHOCOLATE SHAKE

ITS ALL OVER YOU

AND MY SWEATER

WELLP

COME ON

LETS HAVE A BATH

WHERE DO I WASH YOU

IN A BUCKET

CANT HAVE ALL YOUR POOP IN THE TUB

YUCK

TOO COLD OUTSIDE THOUGH

WELLP

WELL DO IT IN THE TUB GOD HELP US

HOPE WE ALL DONT GET INTESTINAL PARASITES

THE WATER RUNS

SO DO YOU

GET BACK HERE

IN THE TUB

ALL WET

SKINNY UNDER ALL THAT FUR

OUCH

STOP CLAWING

THIS BATH IS FOR YOU NOT FOR ME

THATS RIGHT

GETTIN USED TO IT

NICE RIGHT

WARM

LETS DRY YOU OFF

WRAPPED IN A TOWEL

YOU LOOK LIKE A BABY

WELL HAIRY BABY

IM GLAD YOU CAME TO ME IN YOUR MOMENT OF GASTRONOMIC TURMOIL

GLAD YOU SOUGHT COMFORT ON MY SWEATER

GLAD YOU KNEW I WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU

BEFORE I SOAK THE SWEATER IN PINE SOL

LEMME GIVE YOU ONE MORE CHECK

MAKE SURE I GOT ALL THAT CHUNK OUTTA THERE

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