Author: Bob Hicok

Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting Desperately a better job, Standing […]

My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with […]

Drunk, I kissed the moon Where it stretched on the floor. I’d removed happiness from a green bottle, Both sipped […]

Wasn’t on purpose that I drilled Through my finger or the nurse Laughed. She apologized Three times and gave me […]

The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who’s not concerned With the […]