Roger Gerald Hicks Poems

They say it
begins at 40.
I dunno.
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Tombs are houses with provisioned tables
and freshly made beds...

Dad tells me aside they haven't
...

Old, a septuagenarian, my world is closing in- not
so much like being tackled by a bunch of linesman,
but in the sense everything is disappearing.
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Lucky husband doubtlessly
you take Celia for granted- your right.
But perhaps you haven't inspected her closely-
lately-
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Life, for the most part, is gastly
unfair because only queens gets sex.

We're overworked and under fed.
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In 9th grade, I fell in love
with a blond cheerleader,
as she and her girlfriends,
walked to the new Foster's Freeze
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Red tells friends,
the wolf is trained,
shares food
fresh and warm
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I erred Saturday night -uttered drivel
I realized
at dawn,
couldn't survive the inspection of slumber.
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I've just made a date with a woman
who ran her number in a personal ad.
She says little on the phone; no
personal questions, except if I'm uninvolved,
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Even after a quarter century the fading image
of heron my stoop flusters me.My wife had
deserted with our children. Struggling to launch a new me,
aching for answers, for new dreams; an anamnesis,
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