204 months – mb

stars

and 

peace magic

the Tip O’Neil

years latch key cutie big

eyed wild eurotrash bastard child in the days

of secret punk band shows underage law breaking a menace to the lawns

the paint on my tiny nails chewed down to the stubs scratching like a cat on the urban totem hey ho

no go not tonight the breeze cooled by something in my heart the hocus pocus speaks in tongues the snakes charm themselves to the crowds and through my throat i swallow 10 inch nails

smokey cries old men die but come again tomorrow with light bulbs in their hands of poison from the gods made with resin from the Tree of Life and so we are like them only for a while until the mercenaries come asking for our ransom in the faces who just won’t give a fuck

our communal star doesn’t point to the north but rather to a place that’s nowhere we could have been babies in the manger with the beasts to keep us warm but my momma was no virgin and your old man joe the drunkard rolling stone left to follow an alice cooper homage band i miss the days of after school of which i hardly went and a chance to interpret Shakespeare at our leisure the stars we caught when we swung high are still there and we beneath them

 


 

“i observe the world around me then translate what i see through words and visuals as a form of meditation and at times penance.”

 

mb was born and raised in urban Los Angeles and is a Gen X’er who chronicles and scrawls about the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment. these offerings are inspired by the mental health crisis in the city, everyday observations, and human nature interjected with fiction based on non-fictional events.

 

mb personally battles depression and anxiety, but utilizes writing and art to self-regulate. this blog was started as a self-promise to start writing and painting again after being AWOL from the process for several years. mb feels most alive when in old spaces, museums, book stores, learning about the 30’s and 40’s, old movie houses, historic hotels, all the speak-easys in the city, the Beats, all folks who go against the grain (for the good of humanity and liberation of the mind, heart, spirit and soul), spirituality, and the world in general.

 

people’s causes that are of import to mb are the folks living in the streets, kids, the elderly, veterans, animals and freedom in life in general. tyranny, bullying and taking advantage of defenseless life are things that mb has no tolerance for.
mb works in social services in the hopes of supporting those who struggle with mental illness or are in need of access to help. personal (in)famous heroes include, Patti Smith, Billie Holiday, Frida Kahlo, Josephine Baker, Harriet Tubman, Nina Simone, Charles Bukowski, Lou Reed, both Williams’ Shakespeare and Burroughs, Dr. Hawking, Abe Lincoln, John Waters, both Leonards’ Bruce and Cohen, and all the people who the Son of Man was criticized for trying to save.

3 thoughts on “204 months – mb

  1. Midway, not midway, through the above piece, I thought, hey, hang on, I know this writer, this writing, this styling. By the time my eye fell upon and across the final [missing] period point I was certain of it. The ensuing author blurb only confirming what was already plainly obvious to me. MB. Good work.

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