difficult to cure.

poems, vision, stories and soliloquies from the void. m.a.b. est. 1968.

  • Sunrise, Sunset 

    I. The agony within   I heard the rat bastard weasel’s alarm upstairs before mine.  My eyes were glued shut and the electric blanket was eel’s skin on my legs; the…

  • Notes on an 8th Grade Reunion. 2006.

    [Preface: Admittedly, a different man wrote this so many moons ago. I was prompted to resurrect it because I heard through the digital grapevine that one of my grammar school…

  • “No Country For Old Men.” (Dir- Coen & Coen; Scr: Coen, Coen & McCarthy. 2007.) Notes on the film’s ending.

      “Alright then. Two of ’em. Both had my father in ’em . It’s peculiar. I’m older now then he ever was by twenty years. So in a sense he’s…

  • God Said…

    I’ll tell you what God said and sat down on the universe Opened up a beer Put out the sun And darkened the starlamps By waving his knuckled bruised hands…

  • This is what happened one day at a State Psychiatric Hospital

      The parade was wrong on so many levels. It was a sweltering, muggy July morning–the Friday before Independence Day. Each unit had been instructed in advance to assemble in…

  • The Ensenada Poems*

    I. I came here alone, I have nothing gave nothing now the cat and the traffic bother me the cat because he threw up trying to eat a cockroach and…

  • To Live, To Die, To Lie–Is L.A.

    there are many ways to go here— by cop by car chase, by crack pipe cacophony; by needle, by hooker, by pimp, by family façade & shot gun blast; by…

  • Iatrogenic Effects

    I’m usually remiss in my responsibilities to God I take and don’t ask, spend what I don’t have I pine for what isn’t mine, love what can’t be fixed I…

  • Haunt & Hang

      I’m alone in Carrow’s waiting for my pancakes Two old men sit in the booth nearby The remnants of toast, eggs and the crumpled napkins of their lives splayed out…