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Bob Hicok: Poetry

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An alternative education
if you were hit in the head and didn't die..
Dec 28, 2025 • Karan Kapoor
Reach vs. grasp
Who wags more than I do, though I don't have fleas
Dec 27, 2025 • Karan Kapoor
My attempt to join the ranks of famous psychologists has once again fallen a wee bit short
Ocean, a potion of motion. Love and dove and glove.
Dec 26, 2025 • Karan Kapoor
The biography of a spirit
When the moon dies, it'll come back as a flashlight
Dec 25, 2025 • Karan Kapoor
The unnatural order of things
Time being infinite, all she needs is a fourth job to pay for everything else
Dec 24, 2025 • Karan Kapoor

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the desire to go on and on
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A poem with no commas or God
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Notes for a job description
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One definition of art: not this
or tell this poem it’s not an alligator
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that's enough violence with my coffee
Nov 22, 2025 • Karan Kapoor
My Most Recent Position Paper
“the tongues of my fingers ask to be words against your skin”
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Love Poem
“We wake and kiss and eat and kiss and talk and kiss and walk”
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