Comment on form: “like snow at your feet” —though this line could have felt like a run-of-the-mill simile, it does two things for me, cool me off and slow me down; but then, I guess, it does a third, because of those two specific functions: it’s as if, and to construct a simile of my own, I’m a boxer unexpectedly thrown into the corner for hydration and rest, then just as unexpectedly, pushed, like from a sling shot (a simile in a simile!) into the ring for round two, or for the last 3/4s of the poem… all the way till Sisyphus suddenly says, Try Again. KO!
Wow
Wow, that's really powerful stuff. The part about the wolf was just crazy! Great work!
Incredible poem. Thank you.
Gobsmacked!
Hicok at his best!
FFS Bob, leave some for the rest of us!
I'll just say Amazing!
As always: Speechless.
Comment on form: “like snow at your feet” —though this line could have felt like a run-of-the-mill simile, it does two things for me, cool me off and slow me down; but then, I guess, it does a third, because of those two specific functions: it’s as if, and to construct a simile of my own, I’m a boxer unexpectedly thrown into the corner for hydration and rest, then just as unexpectedly, pushed, like from a sling shot (a simile in a simile!) into the ring for round two, or for the last 3/4s of the poem… all the way till Sisyphus suddenly says, Try Again. KO!
Yeah this one.
"If autopsies are dissections / of zeros" whew
Bob Hicok is one of my absolute favorites
Yes, Try again.
Loved this.
Thank you for that meaningful poem; I really FELT it, where so many other poems mis 'the spot.' Cheers. Joy Lennick
Could I wake up to wake up and cry to this?