Drunk & Jaundiced
David Himmel David Himmel David Himmel David Himmel

Drunk & Jaundiced

He showed up drunk. The stumbling, the slurring, the hitting on the bartender in a perverted, nonsensical way aside He looked good. His hair had thinned. His belly had grown. But there was a New Wave Confidence appeal to him.

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Building an Apartment
David Himmel David Himmel

Building an Apartment

The apartment is coming together.

A hodgepodge of childish scribbles and posters.

Hand-me-down furniture with a teenager’s baby bite marks sunk in— A permanent reminder of aging youth.

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Holding My Son as We’re Violently Burned to Death     [REPOST]
David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel

Holding My Son as We’re Violently Burned to Death [REPOST]

But, son, I was not lying when I said I’d do anything to protect you.
Anything to keep you safe.
Sometimes that meant watching you put yourself in harm’s way.
Life is pointless without risk.
Sometimes it meant watching you get your heart broken
or hearing your bones break from the bleacher seats on the sidelines.
Harm and hurt, you see, are unfortunately, required of us.
The Universe demands it.
They are two of the many ways we learn and become stronger, better people.
Or so I always tried to be better
and I hope that I instilled that desire in you.

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Meet Me By The Sky | Poems
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Meet Me By The Sky | Poems

FUCK/MARRY/KILL-

For a total amount you talk

Unless violence swings on complete

Cock, we had better measure

Kiss with an element which exceeds

Morons deer games …

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If I Die in Hospice
David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel

If I Die in Hospice

In the instance where my life does not end
Me out there sailing through a sudden squall or
failing to outrun the authorities after a good-natured display of public violence

If I happen to fall victim of illness or extreme age
And die under the care of hospice,
A few things must occur
Lest I haunt this overheated watery rock for eternity

Play the hits.

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The Sound of Clanging and Indoor Soccer Games
David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel

The Sound of Clanging and Indoor Soccer Games

There’s far too much noise
and I can’t tell if it’s coming from the neighbors upstairs
or just the usual clanging in my head.
I don’t hear the clanging as often or as loudly as I used to.
I suppose that’s a good thing.

But right now, with the baby put down, the puppy mellow and asleep on the warm mountain of clean clothes on the couch, and the wife off visiting a friend, the familiar clanging is as loud as it once was.
And I feel like a bachelor.
That means now is the perfect time to clean.

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Holding My Son as We’re Violently Burned to Death
David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel David Himmel, Poetry David Himmel

Holding My Son as We’re Violently Burned to Death

But, son, I was not lying when I said I’d do anything to protect you.
Anything to keep you safe.
Sometimes that meant watching you put yourself in harm’s way.
Life is pointless without risk.
Sometimes it meant watching you get your heart broken
or hearing your bones break from the bleacher seats on the sidelines.
Harm and hurt, you see, are unfortunately, required of us.
The Universe demands it.
They are two of the many ways we learn and become stronger, better people.
Or so I always tried to be better
and I hope that I instilled that desire in you.

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Poetry Test & Fluxus Jokes
Poetry Guest User Poetry Guest User

Poetry Test & Fluxus Jokes

Congratulations. This letter is your official notice that you have received an adequate amount of credits to graduate, having earned a degree in POETRY, from the Dana M. Jerman School for Obnoxionist Arts.

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