Work by Bob Hicok
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A Review
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
Trapped among squarish buildings, the Gehry in Roanoke looks stupid, like a wing wearing a galosh, whereas the Gehry in L.A. is alone on a hill and the museum I want to be when I want to be a bird. There’s no perspective on the Gehry in Roanoke, no way to gauge the breath it’s trying [...]
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My Workout Routine
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
When I hold up my arms and spin fast as I can, thinking I could write “birdsong“ on a pair of your panties and bury them in a tin in Central Park, where decades from now, a child with a shovel will find them and listen when she’s supposed to be sleeping, I get dizzy [...]
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Once More into the Mirror
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
A robin thrashing months against the reflection in the window of a robin thrashing months reminds me of someone I am. You are, dear red one, insane to mimic human behavior on a scale of feathers. Shoo of course I tried, I tried taping a shark to the window, a piano to the shark, I [...]
