Bob Hicok

(1960 - / Michigan)

Bob Hicok Poems

1. A Private Public Space 1/23/2012
2. A Shopkeeper’s Story 1/23/2012
3. After Working Sixty Hours Again For What Reason 1/23/2012
4. An Old Story 1/23/2012
5. Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence 1/13/2003
6. By Their Works 1/1/2004
7. Calling Him Back From Layoff 1/23/2012
8. Dropping The Euphemism 1/23/2012
9. Duke 1/23/2012
10. Epithalamium 1/23/2012
11. Feeling The Draft 1/23/2012
12. For Three Whose Reflex Was Yes 1/23/2012
13. Full Flight 1/23/2012
14. Go Greyhound 1/23/2012
15. Happy First Anniversary (In Anticipation Of Your Thirty Ninth) 3/14/2014
16. Her My Body 1/23/2012
17. In Michael Robins’s Class Minus One 1/23/2012
18. In The Loop 1/23/2012
19. Learning To Swim 1/23/2012
20. Man Of The House 1/23/2012
21. Mortal Shower 1/23/2012
22. O My Pa-Pa 1/23/2012
23. Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem 1/13/2003
24. Prodigal 1/23/2012
25. Report From The Black Box 1/23/2012
26. Sudden Movements 1/13/2003
27. The Maple 1/1/2004
28. The Semantics Of Flowers On Memorial Day 1/23/2012
29. The Smiths, As I Understand Them 3/8/2012
30. Toward Accuracy 1/23/2012
31. Translator's Note 1/23/2012
32. Unmediated Experience 1/23/2012
33. What Would Freud Say? 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Bob Hicok

Calling Him Back From Layoff

I called a man today. After he said
hello and I said hello came a pause
during which it would have been

confusing to say hello again so I said
how are you doing and guess what, he said
fine and wondered aloud how I was

and it turns out I’m OK. He
was on the couch watching cars
painted with ads for Budweiser follow cars

painted with ads for Tide around an oval
that’s a metaphor for life because
most of us run out of gas and settle

for getting drunk in the stands
and shouting at someone in a t-shirt
we want kraut on our dog. I ...

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Sudden Movements

My father's head has become a mystery to him.
We finally have something in common.
When he moves his head his eyes
get big as roses filled
with the commotion of spring.
Not long ago he was a man
who had tomato soup for lunch
and dusted with the earnestness
of a gun fight. Now he's a man

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