Bob Hicok Mouth Poems
- 1. 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
... - 2. Unmediated Experience
She does this thing. Our seventeen-
year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog.
Our mostly dead dog, statistically
speaking. When I crouch.
... - 3. Dropping The Euphemism
He has five children, Iâ??m papa
to a hundred pencils.
I bought the chair he sat in
... - 4. Go Greyhound
A few hours after Des Moines
the toilet overflowed.
This wasn't the adventure it sounds.
... - 5. In Michael Robins-s Class Minus One
At the desk where the boy sat, he sees the Chicago River.
It raises its hand.
It asks if metaphor should burn.
He says fire is the basis for all forms of the mouth.
... - 6. Full Flight
I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.
It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers
is why I think of beanies, those hats that would spin
a young head into the clouds. The plane is red and loud
... - 7. Report From The Black Box
For Flaco
A cooler
head of lettuce prevailed, but when the actor
... - 8. Translator's Note
There is a tradition in Laparone that the first
man to wake each morning must sweep
shadows from his porch lest night
pull the long limbs of sunlight
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