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Bob Hicok Poems

  • Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence
    Drunk, I kissed the moon
    where it stretched on the floor.
    I'd removed happiness from a green bottle,
    both sipped and gulped ...
  • An Old Story
    Itâ??s hard being in love
    with fireflies. I have to do
    all the pots and pans.
    When asked to parties ...
  • Unmediated Experience
    She does this thing. Our seventeen-
    year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog.
    Our mostly dead dog, statistically
    speaking. When I crouch. ...
  • In The Loop
    I heard from people after the shootings. People
    I knew well or barely or not at all. Largely
    the same message: how horrible it was, how little
    there was to say about how horrible it was. ...
  • Mortal Shower
    I met my butt in a Pittsburgh
    hotel room. My face
    still looks like my face
    but not my butt, my hair ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Bob Hicok

People 10 Body 9 Home 9 Thought 9 Woman 9 I Love You 8 Love 8 Mouth 8 Face 7 River 7

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Ansfavwords: and when i touch you in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, in each place and forever. bob hicok
Uniform_jr: new bob hicok poem just dropped.
Noonreveries: for the moment these desires can best be furthered by wearing these socks... (absolutely plagiarised from the genius that is bob hicok's her my body, which is far more transcendental & meaningful. but warm socks)
Veryeva: “i thought a good steady rain would bring us to our senses / but five thousand years into the flood, i just don’t know” bob hicok
Aquotebot: “i like sweeping words into piles and whispering good night.” –bob hicok
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Robert Service Poem
God's Battleground
 by Robert Service

God dwells in you; in pride and shame,
In all you do to blight or bless;
In all you are of praise and blame,
In beauty or in ugliness.
“Divine Creation”-What a fraud!
God did not make you . . . You make God.

God lives in me, in all I feel

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