Full Flight (Bob Hicok Poems)
I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines ...
I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines ...
A few hours after Des Moinesthe toilet overflowed.This wasn't the adventure it sounds.I sat with a man whose tattoosweighed more ...
about the left nippleof the woman in the bathroom.She is drying her hair, the womanwhose left nipple is sore.We looked ...
He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15,a Diner's Club Card and picture of his daughter ...
He has five children, I'm papato a hundred pencils.I bought the chair he sat infrom a book of chairs,staplers and ...
I met my butt in a Pittsburghhotel room. My facestill looks like my facebut not my butt, my hairno longer ...
I called a man today. After he saidhello and I said hello came a pauseduring which it would have beenconfusing ...
We were young and it was an accomplishmentto have a body. No one said this. No onesaid much beyond "throw ...
You can't trust lesbians. You invite themto your party and they don't come,they're too busy tending vaginalflowers, hating football, walking ...
The best job I had was moving a stonefrom one side of the road to the other.This required a permit ...
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River.It raises its hand.It asks if metaphor should burn.He ...
I heard from people after the shootings. PeopleI knew well or barely or not at all. Largelythe same message: how ...
Nobody I know is a god. A mother and sonfall into the river's million hands, the river'ssmash and grab. They ...
A bee in the field. The house on the mountainreveals itself to have been there through summer.It's not a bee ...
At forty-eight, to be given water,which is most of the world, given lifein water, which is most of me, given ...
I sell one bristle brushes. Peopleseeking two bristle brushes I sendto the guy on Amsterdam, who's in a rush.I may ...
It was a misunderstanding.I got into bed, made lovewith the woman I found there,called her honey, mowed the lawn,had three ...
It's hard being in lovewith fireflies. I have to doall the pots and pans.When asked to partiesthey always wear the ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with ...
Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, standing ...
Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
The Maple is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down for twigs that happens to ...
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