Waiting for my foot to ring by Bob Hicok

What a strange and interesting poem! This thing is full of awesome lines which at first glance all seem to be somewhat random (as you might be able to tell by the title) yet have something woven between them that keeps them all together to tell some sort of story. My absolute favorite line in this poem is "I have sunlight on my hands/I'm thinking of putting it in a box and sending/to the people who weight sunlight". Brilliant. That this poem seems to be doing is bringing a sort of Hyper realism (i think that's the right word) to an otherwise normal, but sad situation. The speakers father is on the operating table for what seems to be colon cancer, and the speaker in basically just showing us what he sees but in a very unique way. He then tells us about his fathers childhood, and some stuff about his own childhood as well. I suppose one line in his poem kind of shows what he is doing, and that is "Every time I write, I try to hold/the world still by noticing how the world moves". VERY cool poem.

`Brian Michael Dunar