Tagged: Michael Konik

Poem: Consumption

Living here, this stage set of a city, where ersatz glamour trumps Verisimilitude, Where fakery — or as Holden Caulfiield called it, “phony” — gets celebrated Like a two-year-old’s birthday party, One learns to eat or be eaten. The all-you-can-gorge buffet combats the all-they-can-steal machines, Those short-change artists that bleed away your work, Mechanical chiselers...

Poem: Don’t Go

Days not precisely endless — nor even long — trudge past, like defeated soldiers Returning home To pots of consolatory stew and the reassuring embraces of those who know them In victory and failure. The march is like a metronome, And no amount of pleading can make it stop Or falter, even when time ought...

Never Let it End

If it’s true that time flies when you’re having fun, then I’m frightened that my life will be over before I’m ready. Lately my days have been full — overflowing even — with challenging fun, with creativity, with laughter and beauty. I catch myself thinking, “I wish this would never end,” and I feel a...

Poem: Blessed

Given the choice between something fabulous and shiny, a talisman of success and power, Or, humbly, The soft gesture of unbidden sublime, I choose the gift of sweetness proffered by the few — the elite — the rare few, Who have found a way, no matter how prickly, To be my friend. When the repetitive...

Poem: Remembered

Even King Richard — the 2nd one, not the mean 3rd one with the hunched back that signaled Disfigurement of character as well as of spine — Even he, a good and noble man In the literal sense, Purchased with his wealth and fame Little more Than a humble plot of earth to lie Forever,...

Poem: Toil

Staring at the back bumper of a finely assembled Japanese sedan, Rolling for miles (and many minutes) in the space that he will occupy Seconds later, when his finely assembled German sedan — The one with the special exhaust package and special wheels, All meant to connote “Special,” although one inherently mistrusts The specialness Of...

Fighting City Hall

Last month my car was towed from a Hollywood street and placed in impound, where I was forced to pay a $177 ransom to liberate it. The car was found by an enterprising (and rather imaginative) traffic officer to be illegally parked, allegedly blocking a residential driveway. Based on the officer’s curious powers of observation...

Poem: A Prayer

May those afflicted with demons that pour bile in the ear (and more corrosive spirit everywhere else) recognize, as with an epiphany of grace — the kind normally associated with visions of angels and women who have conceived without the mess — that the land they profess to love and cherish, like a child, which...

Hooray for Labor

To most of us, today’s holiday means a long weekend, an extra day off from the office — which, for those who dislike their job, is reason enough to celebrate. The occasion is solemn enough that banks, financial markets, and government offices remain closed. Amid the backyard barbecues and furniture discount sales the essential purpose...

The Humbling Storm

The deluge that’s transformed New Orleans from a steamy celebration of Gothic cool into a living hell in which the dignity of the surviving human beings has been obliterated reminds us that nothing is more powerful than Nature. The drowned and the dispossessed, the starving and the ill, are residents of the United States of...