Bob Hicok Poems (25 Poems)
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 with propellersis why I think of beanies, those hats that would spina young head into the clouds. The plane is … Continue reading
Go Greyhound (Bob Hicok Poems)
A few hours after Des Moinesthe toilet overflowed.This wasn’t the adventure it sounds. I sat with a man whose tattoosweighed more than I did.He played Hendrix on mouth guitar.His Electric Ladyland lipsweren’t fast enoughand if pitch and melodyare the rudiments … Continue reading
Her My Body (Bob Hicok Poems)
about the left nippleof the woman in the bathroom. She is drying her hair, the womanwhose left nipple is sore.We looked this eveningfor diagonal cutsor discolorationor bite marks from small insectsthat may be in our bed. It is a good … Continue reading
Duke (Bob Hicok Poems)
He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15,a Diner’s Club Card and picture of his daughter in a helmeton a horse tethered to a pole that centeredits revolving universe. Pacing the halls, he’d ask for a … Continue reading
Dropping The Euphemism (Bob Hicok Poems)
He has five children, I’m papato a hundred pencils.I bought the chair he sat in from a book of chairs,staplers and spikesthat let me play Vlad the Impaler with invading memos. When I saidI have to lay you offa parallel … Continue reading
Mortal Shower (Bob Hicok Poems)
I met my butt in a Pittsburghhotel room. My facestill looks like my facebut not my butt, my hair no longer resembles an adfor Jell-O pudding, people thoughtit was chocolate pudding for years,so thick and rich. There was fogin the … Continue reading
Calling Him Back from Layoff (Bob Hicok Poems)
I called a man today. After he saidhello and I said hello came a pauseduring which it would have been confusing to say hello again so I saidhow are you doing and guess what, he saidfine and wondered aloud how … Continue reading
Feeling The Draft (Bob Hicok Poems)
We were young and it was an accomplishmentto have a body. No one said this. No onesaid much beyond “throw me that sky” or“can the lake sleep over?” The lake could not.The lake was sent home and I ate too … Continue reading
A Private Public Space (Bob Hicok Poems)
You can’t trust lesbians. You invite them to your party and they don’t come,they’re too busy tending vaginalflowers, hating football, walking their goldenand chocolate labs. X gave me a poem in which she was in love with a womanand the … Continue reading
After Working Sixty Hours Again for What Reason (Bob Hicok Poems)
The best job I had was moving a stonefrom one side of the road to the other.This required a permit which requireda bribe. The bribe took all my salary.Yet because I hadn’t finished the jobI had no salary, and to … Continue reading
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