Author: Michael Konik

Poem: The Difference

The difference ‘tween him and he appears at first randomly in mutations rare results unfair blessing him with ignorance cursing he with intelligence.     If a plan there be we fail to see what force of kindness manufactured blindess to that which pulses like the breast of pigeondoves and marmosets. The one who looks...

Poem: Changeable

Chameleons are cute what with their changing colors and all that adorableness ready-made for advertising campaigns but when hunting they are less charming more like their brutish brethren that merely slither unblinking and expressionless the toughest poker pedant to take an oath Hippocratic or otherwise you would not find the same cute chameleon quite so...

Poem: Minor Miracles

Looking at the sun and hearing the yellowrumped warblers I realized conclusively today that all of this Everything is a miracle All this Life Please begin enumerating counting to 300 billion and perhaps When you reach the end of your Time here On yes this miracle of the galaxy You will know the truth like...

Poem: Tubular Tubers

Tubular tubers must propagate rumors of doves in distress emitting foul humors. Now what would inspire this rank impropriety, this cunning indictment besmirching society?   A rift is the answer, a chasm, a cleft, a cleaving, a shearing, a conscience bereft of feeling and thoughts of the popular kind, the ones that come straight out...

Poem: How Can it Be?

How can it be You might wonder in a quiet moment set aside willfully to focus on will, on what you will do and what you won’t and how it always is what you will it to be – yes, during one of those appointments with your soul you might wonder How can it be?...

Poem: Thumbs

Thumbs are what distinguish us from the less important creatures below us on the chain of food. Thumbs are why we eat them and not the other way around. Maybe this explains our fascination, our absence of humiliation our willingness to stare and unwillingness to care for life outside our glowing screens. Some in the...

Poem: Fantasy Misunderstood

When you announced your sex fantasy to the world via a connecting platform, you didn’t know that George – or Brad, or whatever movie star you named – likes to do this certain thing with his saliva-coated thumb. Always. Finally, after all the imagining and the longing this gorgeous man finds you on your hands...

Poem: Finding Harmony

He was the oil She was the water He swam through her ocean She laughed when he caught her Together they swirled yet somehow apart Through eternity   You know that the two Don’t naturally mix Connection was broken Space delaying the fix Mystery deeper each try a false start Finding harmony   Finding harmony...

Poem: The Most Marvelous Thought

The most marvelous thought occurred to me, an occurrence in and through the hollow reed we choose to be.   How preposterously inconsequential you are! Irreducibly irrelevant speck of cosmic flotsam.   Now! (Like the B&B lady in Sheepland). Somehow you feel better. Knowing this. Having this thought occur.

Poem: The Fine Line

Between a reason and excuse A fine line, a filament, a dilettante rope Unfurls and hides. We might not see yet can’t refuse The shades of meaning found in joy and hope. Choose words carefully – That’s the lesson, the lemon, the luminosity. Should you be charged with loquacious verbosity, Sentenced to the slammer, Annealed...