bob (-! *? I am listening with a wink. just read the dimension to love poem it was delicious when I read about the cromodynamics I started laughing out loud. such is the nature of emotions all my poetry is about still snapshots of one page emotion... sorta impressionistic. if you read some enjoy.
Just discovered Bob Hicok in recent New Yorker. Varieties of Cool. all about grapes, and a friend with a cough that became an acronym. Great stuff.
By Their Works
Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, standing with rags in hand as the window beckons with hills of yellow grass. In Da Vinci, the blue robed apostle