Bob LuckyBob Lucky

Born 1956, Green Bay WI,USA
residing in Jubail, Saudi Arabia

Bob Lucky is author of My Thology: Not Always True But Always Truth (Cyberwit, 2019), the chapbooks Conversation Starters in a Language No One Speaks (SurVision Books, 2018) and Ethiopian Time (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), and the e-chapbook What I Say to You (proletaria.org, 2020).


 

rocking train
an old man cradles
a dented thermos

Ambrosia 5, Summer 2010

closing time the door propped open

bottle rockets #17, Summer 2007

hot flash –
I end up
with all the covers

bottle rockets #17, Summer 2007

roundabout –
I get off
where I got on

bottle rockets #18, Feb. 2008

an old argument…
scraping the burned rice
out of the pot

Frogpond 31.2, Spring/Summer 2008

evensong if I believed I’d go to hell

Frogpond 36.3, Autumn 2013

not wanting to live
forever
hoping for another day

Modern Haiku 42.2, Summer 2011

getting older the goal getting older still

Modern Haiku 42.2, Summer 2011

Chinese takeaway the sheen on the Buddha’s belly

Modern Haiku 43.2, Summer 2012

canned Guinness…
contemplating the end
of civilization

Modern Haiku 43.3, Autumn 2012

lawyer's office one crooked diploma

My Favorite Thing (Stanford M. Forrester, Editor) a 3-N-1 anthology (#1), 2011

paper weight
so many words
slip away

Notes from the Gean 09, 3:1, June 2011

yoga’s benefits –
I’m in no position
to comment

Prune Juice 4, June 2010

new birth certificate nothing's changed

Prune Juice 6, Summer 2011

plastic surgeon
the laminated hours
taped to the door

Prune Juice 6, Summer 2011

growing old –
a little extra bleach
in the whites

Prune Juice 6, Summer 2011

selling old cookbooks
for every stain
I cook up a story

Prune Juice 7, January 2012

one-day butoh workshop
learning to move slowly
in a hurry

Prune Juice 7, January 2012

soft porn
too much butter
on the popcorn

Prune Juice 8, April 2012

Tour de France I crash on the sofa

Prune Juice 10, June 2013

Sumo highlights
changing a diaper
in the tv’s glare

Simply Haiku 6:1, Spring 2008

 

tying my shoes
lately the ground
seems so low 

tinywords 12:1. Nov. 2012