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.
What Would Freud Say?
Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me a shot of something that was a lusher apology. The person who drove me home said my smile was a smeared totem that followed