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-
...

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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My shiny new refrigerator
has been stressing
changes in house rules.
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This poem driving along
in his rat-trap eyes a sign
says BED test Monday
thinks perhaps job offer;
...

Sexy, flunky,
smart and diverse
blackfemale,
full
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