The Narcissistic Fool
Needing
a shrink
a therapist
a psychologist
a mental health professional
Needing
a joker
a clown
a comedian
a court jester
The mystification of explanation
The distraction of truth
The absence of innocence
The concealment of pain
She constantly pushes away those that love her most
Secrecy of the self is proclaimed
Over time, those that love her most
Keep getting pushed further away
Until finally,
The Narcissistic Fool is left all alone
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.26.10.40.36@130NYC
Affection Slut
She drools
She chokes
She slobbers
She swallows
wet
&
piss
&
cum
dripping
soaking
sopping
slurping
soaked
doused
drained
saturated
d r e n c h e d
In my juices
My stickiness
My filing station
My stallion battalion
My everything from deep within
Alive and ready
Spread and true
Thirsty for my offerings
Available to beg and deliver
Ripe for the taking and abuse
Trained to obey and say yes to my demands
Breaking the dam
Flooding the sheets
Parting her legs wide open
Time for the air to be moist with her cravings
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.25.16.47.00@130BklynNYC
Return Return
Disco biscuit frisky
Lubed up by Crisco quite risky
Christ & Co.
Gays of San Francisco
Miso Soup
Round back loop
Penetrate bout eight
Night time how bout a date
Water walking Jesus
Conversations frees us
Swirling in the vortex
Straight out of my cerebral cortex
Catastrophe recipe
Kaleidoscopic ecstasy
Purring white kitty
Massive thundering seismicity
Office of the clergy
Abandon morals for the cosmic orgy
Sizzle chisel below
Crop top halo
Tongue taste Butterfinger
Tangerine linger
Monkey wallet swallow
Add one more follow
Quiz taking direction
Up and down erection
Masterful masturbator
Let me introduce you to my incubator
Shy for saying hello
Reprimanded such a blow
Cowboy on the line dance
Raising my hand for a chance
Orange soda pop
Deleted a file from my desktop
Shirt so silver of sliver
Sliding in and out of your red river
Jewel of a secret told
Teacher held me tight to scold
Boiled down to the great escape
Mind of mine up to date rape
Paid up to pray
Slide down the hole of prey
Back at store for a refund
Cashed out my slush fund
Popped a pimple
Slept deeply like Rip Van Winkle
Lover’s quarrel bathe and towel
Inside out disembowel
Gave a ten got change for a five
Under the tracks no more jive
Boardwalk kiss
Spectator crowd growled a hiss
Forceps grab my skin
Make a wish upon the naked jinn
Snap Crackle Pop
Hang up the clock – it’s time to stop
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.24.17.07.41@130BklynNYC
If you are reading this, it means that I am dead,
Never cried like that –
I read your e-mail
My heart dropped
I fell to my knees
I crumbled into disbelief
I sunk into immediate grief
The earth swallowed me whole
A knife pierced my heart
Profound infinite sadness hit me like a concrete wall
Left with nothing but drifting reasons
I knew about the turmoil
I knew about second chances
I knew about faults
and I knew about the haunts
I knew about the abyss, the loss, the lost
I knew about the frost that freezes you solid
I knew about the contemplations
The methods
and
The great deep gorge
All else hidden from my position in the inner circle
I knew about the torture
I knew about the pain
I knew about the struggle
The love
The lack of love
The fighting
The understanding
The diagnosis
The family
The torn pieces
The excess of judgement
I knew about the self-destruction
I knew about the fixation
I knew about the desperation
The mourning of the day
The false prophecies
The agony
The self
I read your e-mail
Which path will you choose?
Another statistic?
Perhaps the footsteps of the Leporidae?
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.22.20.30.00@NYC
16-21, 16-08
I first met her at 21
It wasn’t until later that she was at 8
Her eyes opened as soon as I arrived
She looked abysmally beautiful
I was right,
the calendar was incorrect
the hourglass was misguided
the orbit of the planet was wrong
I remember the last time I saw her
Taken away for corrections
Freely volunteered
Escaping reality
I treasured her even more
A shooting star in the darkness of night
A double rainbow hugging the horizon
A diamond in the forgotten quarry
A four-leaf clover undiscovered
A pearl in the deepest oyster
A hand in my hand
She is my forever recipient
To everything I have to give
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.21.10.00.00@424E34NYC
The Hardest Part
Seeing her on the gurney being wheeled away
Departing when she was alone most
Nothing I could do
But guide her crying mother back to the waiting area
Said my goodbyes in the prep room
You are never ready for that quick goodbye
Eyes locked, arms embracing, a hug, a kiss
As if the goodbye was good luck
As if the goodbye was more of a “See you later.”
As if the goodbye was a hope, not a last
-
The static white noise
The constant inconsistent beeps
The helicopters outside the window
The air conditioner breeze drying out eyes
The competing sounds battle for my attention
The bright lights dim but never shut off completely
Everything is so sterile
Everything is so new and clean
Everything is so modern and technically advanced
The competitive claim to extra pillows
The wake up when she wakes up technique
The staff is so friendly when she’s so drowsy or awake
We slept in the same room
So near and yet so far apart
We both had movable devices we slept upon
We both had sheets
We both had scars
She had a call button
I had my confident serenity
No complaints about eating
She finished her apple sauce
I finished her mashed potatoes
-
Seeing the Eastern moon rise and fall in the night
The skyline of Queens and Brooklyn are my getting lost points
Reflecting in the East river
Williamsburg bridge just South
Queensboro bridge just North
In the distance; Throgs Neck Bridge,
or, was it the Whitestone Bridge?
Definitely not the Triborough Bridge
-
Days and weeks and months and a year of planning
Of preparation and uncertainty
Of clarification and research
Of medical exams and tests
-
Lesson learned
You can fall in love with someone even more
-
The hardest part
Seeing her on the gurney being wheeled away
Departing when she was alone most
And there was nothing I could do
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.18.10.34.00@424E34NYC
The Night Before
Tidy up belongings
Yesterday’s effort makes tomorrow easier
Organize everything perfectly
Preparation eases the pain
Tie up loose ends
Acknowledgment yields arrangements
Reckon with possibilities
Covenanting with the facts
Planning makes it palpable
Enjoy laughter
Dream of travels
Search for cottages
Savor the last great feast
Sleep like my angel savior
Pack up your bags
The moon dismantles the sun
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.17.20.00.00@130NYC
Hellscape
Oh Fuck
Billy the goat
Revisions and compulsions
No clear directions or asks or wanted needs
Just mysterious disheveled thoughts
Scattered brains
Spewed details
No real reasons
Tight deadlines
And tight lips
Spreading lies
And point of concepts
All the way until conception
Comprehension
Follow inception
Coded and caddled
Last month’s communication
Sacrificial communion
CHRIST
I’m not religious
But fuck this and fuck that
Hellscape
Wild time in and wild time out
Day of work, bleed the day
Tectonic Titantic
Tyrant transmitted
Disregarded forfeited
Salty tears
No god on my plate
Commiserate
Contemplate
Now I’ve met my fate
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.14.17.01.01@130BklynNYC
Clean Colleen
Ice cream delights
Cold warm nights
Eyes of brown, eyes of green
Beautiful to be seen
The best part
Glimmering shine
She was mine
Slippery wet
A nighttime pet
Goosebumps out
Orgasms no doubt
Clean Colleen got clean
She washed her hair
She washed her face
She washed her arms
She washed her legs
She washed her hands
She washed her feet
She washed her back
She washed her breasts
She washed her neck
She washed her inner thighs
She washed her ass
Clean Colleen got forever clean
Slippery wet - wet wet wet
Flowing down
Soapy bubbles
Suds cascading
Glistening temptress
Towel dropping to the floor
Wet marks beneath her feet
Clean Colleen
Climax machine
It’s time to reconvene
Memories so obscene
Another round so keen
As witness this libertine
See her on the big screen
She took care of her hygiene
Forever wishes to be between
No worries about vegan protein
Smoothies made from kale green
Floating around on clouds filled with dopamine
Clean Colleen got clean
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.09.13.00.00@QNYC
Forbidden Resistance
Can’t figure out a way
Can’t make it right
Can’t find the logistical method
With all the data
And all the information
With all the calculations
And permutations
No matter the pivot
Or declared watershed
No matter the fork in the road
Still can’t make it right
With all the facts
And all the intelligence
With all the reports
And documentation
Print out the maps
List out the directions
Unroll the blueprint
Find the X marking the spot
Still can’t make it right
It’s forbidden
Certainly Prohibited
And overwhelmingly banned
-
A national disapproval
A catastrophe of conviction
Unauthorized doubtless
-
And highly impermissible
Exceptionally Improper
And the grandiose epic taboo
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.04.16.44.40@130BklynNYC
Pills & Bills
Pills & Bills
and
Bills & Pills
Payments and Fees
Checks and Balances
Stock Markets Up
Stock Markets Down
Checking Savings Credit Cards
Medications Liquids Tablets Capsules
Once a Day, Twice a Day
Over the Counter, Under the Counter
Paid on time
Interest
Cash Electronic Check
Daily Monthly
Bonds and Stocks and Mutual Funds
Dividends and CDS and 401ks
Investments
Crypto Bitcoin
Migraine
Swallow
Take One, Take Two
White Ones, Orange Ones, Brown Ones, Green Ones, Yellow Ones
Painful Costs
Costly Relief
Electrical Shocks
Scalp Needles
Vein Needles
Pumped, Pampered, Stripped, Strapped
Pills & Bills
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.01.02.11.54.07@130BklynNYC
The Last 20 Minutes
The last 20 minutes is always the toughest and easiest
Draw
Return
When you get down to 20 you split the time into 10, or, 4 blocks of 5.
Soon you’ll get down to 18.
You’ll think of blocks of 9, but really you are hoping to get to 15 as quickly as possible.
When you get down to 15 minutes you think of 3 blocks of 5 but really you dream of 12 minutes.
When you get down to 12 minutes you think about how the hour or hour and half before that seemed to maybe go quickly.
And then you think of 2 blocks of 6 and you think about how close you are to the 10 minute marker.
When you arrive at 10 minutes you know the end is near and wait for 8 minutes.
When 8 comes you think of 2 blocks of 4 or 4 blocks of 2.
At 6 minutes you think of 3 and 3.
When you get to 5, you once again feel that this was pretty easy once again.
4 minutes is one of the magic numbers.
Just 2 blocks of 2.
3 you don’t think about and when you get to 2 minutes you know it may suddenly change to 3 minutes because of the clearing of the chamber.
2 minutes.
Finally at 1 minute you guess how many times you’ll need to draw and return until you’re all done.
You’re all done.
People live.
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.01.01.10.00.00@30FlatbushBklynNYC
Lords Valley, Dingmans Ferry
55,
60,
65,
70,
75 miles per hour
Hitting the gas
Looking in the rear view mirror
Side view
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear
Running like an outlaw
Like a gang leader from yesterday
Robbing stagecoaches
Hands up at the bank
Locomotive halted
She spun around
Like a spider mother in her web
Creep down the staircase to the basement
Nothing but the faceless and forgotten
Skin so intricately removed
Forgot the prints
And had a driving pint
Draw the curtains
Pick up the mail
Close the refrigerator door
Plow the driveway
I kept my foot on the pedal
No looking back
Speed set steady
Remembering shady lane yesterday
Buried
Excavated up at the range
Quarter past eight
Officer knocked at the door
I once was a murderer
Now I’m clean of my sins
Admitted in writing
Innocent like a naked boy frolicking on the hillside
Exit here, make a left turn
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.26.13.00.12.12@739PA
Nuclear Cock
LOOK HOW BIG I AM!
Look at my COCK!
Look how big I am!
Look at my Cock!
–
I’m big.
I’m bulging
I’m huge
My cock is so big
It’s so thick
It’s so fat
It’s so hard
It’s my throbbing thick cock!
–
LOOK HOW BIG I AM!
Look at my COCK!
Look how big I am!
Look at my Cock!
–
I’m purple and veiny
I’m hard as a rock
I’m about to bust a creamy hot load
My cock is so big
It’s so hefty
It’s so firm
It’s so massive
It’s my throbbing thick cock!
–
LOOK HOW BIG I AM!
Look at my COCK!
Look how big I am!
Look at my Cock!
–
I’m mighty full of girth
I’m a donkey cock
I’m a monster cock
My cock is so big
It’s so stiff
It’s so warm
It’s so pulsing
It’s my throbbing thick cock!
–
LOOK HOW BIG I AM!
Look at my COCK!
Look how big I am!
Look at my Cock!
–
It’s my big
NUCLEAR COCK!
© 2024 David Greg Harth
June 27, 2006 9:54:25AM
September 29, 2010 22:04:16PM
October 25, 2012 23:22:11PM
December 22, 2024 6:43:59AM
NYC
Ghost
Propositions granted
Doors ajar
Quiet spaces invaded
Clean shaven secrets
Bermuda triangles
Beneath short skirts
Carried books
Library late
Fell asleep
Upstairs bangers
Fish & Chips
Yesterday’s news
Language for beginners
Fables for lovers
Apple pie
Spunk face
Ticket for the amusement park
Lighting rod for the cancellation
Slept tight
Twisted twilight turn
Breakfast sausage
Devil eyes
Times Square shuffle
Neuro twelve society
Street divorce
Back seat revolver
Tomorrow’s today
Couldn’t believe or hang up the phone
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.21.21.52.44@130BklynNYC
Rape
It was a similar feeling
I imagine
To the peeling of roadkill off the pavement
Not fresh roadkill
Not even yesterday’s roadkill
But perhaps from a few days prior
Not that anyone would peel roadkill from the pavement
But I’m just trying to paint a picture in your head
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.20.20.03.00@BklynBridgeNYC
Filling Time. Filling Space. Filling Up.
Filling time and filling space and filling up.
Fill you inside and fill up the gasoline.
Fill up your mind and pack up the hide.
Pitch the tent and find the nest.
Hunt around back and turn up front.
Periods on ends and period pieces and periods between.
Giving and gave.
Forgotten glory.
Grievances and graves.
Satellites and clusters of lights.
Back seat lovers and motion in the ocean.
No errors and no exclamations.
No more fears and no more revolutions.
Piece by piece.
Cut the cloth.
Spread is spread.
Welcome to my night bed.
© 2024 David Greg Harth
2024.11.09.22.00.00@130BklynNYC
Suicide Registration
I stood up
Walked out of the classroom
I was frustrated
This was not the class I signed up for
This was not the professor I hoped to learn from
I went to the administration office
I sought clarification
And then I realized
I did not register for Suicide
I registered for something else
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.04.22.22.51@130BklynNYC
Paralyzed
I’m ready
Ready to quit
Ready to leave
Ready to resign
Ready to depart
Ready to vacate
Ready to abandon
Ready to surrender
Time to accept this void
Society will continue without me
No company can make it easier
No love can ease the pain
My eye sight is leaving me
Blinded to the truth
I am paralyzed
With the thought
Of killing myself
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.04.17.07.00@130BklynNYC
Shadows
Running out of time
Can’t compete against this current
Can’t win against this tide
Can’t keep my head over water
Can’t recover
Can’t forget
And
Can’t remain
So remember my strength
Remember I tried
Remember my name
And
Remember my epic dream
I put you aside
To surrender to love
I lost what I once had
But gained so much more
And
The darkness ate me alive
I got buried
Beneath the great depression
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.01.16.17.00@130BklynNYC