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 ...
Bob Hicok Poems (25 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Dropping The Euphemism (Bob Hicok Poems)
He has five children, I'm papato a hundred pencils.I bought the chair he sat infrom a book of chairs,staplers and ...
Mortal Shower (Bob Hicok Poems)
I met my butt in a Pittsburghhotel room. My facestill looks like my facebut not my butt, my hairno longer ...
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 beenconfusing ...
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 ...
A Private Public Space (Bob Hicok Poems)
You can't trust lesbians. You invite themto your party and they don't come,they're too busy tending vaginalflowers, hating football, walking ...
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 ...
In Michael Robins’s Class Minus One (Bob Hicok Poems)
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River.It raises its hand.It asks if metaphor should burn.He ...
In the Loop (Bob Hicok Poems)
I heard from people after the shootings. PeopleI knew well or barely or not at all. Largelythe same message: how ...
For Three Whose Reflex was Yes (Bob Hicok Poems)
Nobody I know is a god. A mother and sonfall into the river's million hands, the river'ssmash and grab. They ...
Epithalamium (Bob Hicok Poems)
A bee in the field. The house on the mountainreveals itself to have been there through summer.It's not a bee ...
Learning to Swim (Bob Hicok Poems)
At forty-eight, to be given water,which is most of the world, given lifein water, which is most of me, given ...
A Shopkeeper’s Story (Bob Hicok Poems)
I sell one bristle brushes. Peopleseeking two bristle brushes I sendto the guy on Amsterdam, who's in a rush.I may ...
Man of the House (Bob Hicok Poems)
It was a misunderstanding.I got into bed, made lovewith the woman I found there,called her honey, mowed the lawn,had three ...
An Old Story (Bob Hicok Poems)
It's hard being in lovewith fireflies. I have to doall the pots and pans.When asked to partiesthey always wear the ...
Spirit Dity Of No Fax Line Dial Tone (Bob Hicok Poem)
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem (Bob Hicok Poem)
My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with ...
What Would Freud Say? (Bob Hicok Poem)
Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me ...
Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence (Bob Hicok Poem)
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Sudden Movements (Bob Hicok Poem)
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
The Maple (Bob Hicok Poem)
The Maple is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down for twigs that happens to ...
By Their Works (Bob Hicok Poem)
Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, standing ...