Tagged: michael konik poetry

Poem: The Activist

Reserved for the privileged. Frustrated. Grass roots effort. Personal journey. Workshop. Access to resources. Conscious eating. Nurturing your nature. Community-based. Dialogue. Facilitating. I’m passionate about… This society. Holistic. Our own truth. Left behind. (You know, you know.) Access to information. Access. Healthy joyful life that radiates. Support our local Farmers. Businesses. Reframing. Impact. Wellness. Low...

Poem: Desafinado

Life is a melody played repeatedly By millions and billions of musicians All trying, with various levels of success, to make the song sound right. The normal hallmarks of practice — repetition, interminable repetition — don’t apply here, for there are no second chances, no do-overs at the beginning, no opportunity to return to the...

Poem: The Tomato

Evidence of an unwanted visitor: hunks of green flesh missing; pockmarks and scrapes, like the residuals from a Bad case of acne; Ants crawling inside the formerly impenetrable husk. The tomato has been breached, Probably by a rat Or maybe a bird, an enterprising finch, who pecked and poked and discovered that the emerald fruit...

Poem: Marine Layer

To the residents of far away precincts, in states where a vote for staunch defenders of the Holy Cross means one extra ticket to the carnival of Heaven, the shroud of velvet mist represents a shroud, like the one in Turin. Fog equals ennui. The sun-baked, though, see the cloud on the ground as a welcome...

Poem: Flowering Trees

Standing sentry beside the unblemished avenues of the upper-class fortresses which line Beverly Hills and Bel-Air and all the other places where winners live and those who Have not Discovered the magic formula May not reside, The lilacs and myrtles and jacarandi Burst forth Insistently. Proudly. Defiantly. Like hundreds of gravity-defying breasts, announcing to the...

Poem: The Promised Land

Each side, wholly convinced of its birthright and More importantly The illegitimacy of its foe Has found a reason to live. Now Kasseem and Michael, Abdul and Eli, and all their friends and neighbors know why it is they arise In the morning. There is sacred land to be defended, no matter how denuded and...

Poem: Our Penchant for Bombing

If you had a million billion dollars with which you could Do anything you please Would you build a schoolhouse or a hospital or Bring Arabs to their knees?   If the purse strings of the Treasury were under Your control Would you vaccinate a child or Blow up a larger hole?   With riches...

Poem: The Desk

The desk at which you sit for maybe one third of your life In eight hour increments that Stacked together Equal a career and a pension (Not in France or the Portugese countryside, mind you, not the Algarve, where golf courses and cheap women tend to the needs of English holiday makers) From which you...

Poem: Where I Went Wrong

Some people — OK, what I really mean is me, me, me. Me, who can’t ever pick the best line at the supermarket checkout. Me, who fumbles one love affair into another. Me, who doesn’t dress as well as he might, or get a proper haircut, or read the right books — me. Yes, I’m...

Poem: The Need

Is it merely proximity that the body craves? That gravitational pull. Closer is warmer. Where is the womb we seek? Where is the haven of possibilities that we spend all our days chasing, as though we exited at the wrong time, like travelers without a map? Those science films of blind moles bumbling in their...