7th 8th 7th 8th
In my experience
The earth usually rotates on its axis
Like a pattern found in nature
Repeating forever in it's tiny little space
In this vast emptiness
This is the beginning of a love poem
In the past I've written love poems
Or attempted to do so
You see, I'm mainly a visual artist
Or, an artist that has been creating experiences
As of recent
An artist who socially engages
Who likes to involve his audience
But, there are times, which I write poetry
I think I'm pretty good
But I can get a shit load better
This is a love poem
It's a love poem
Because, well, I'm in love again
And at the start, this is what happens
I get crazy
And then I'll make a mistake
And like the wind that carried her here
She'll be gone once again
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.10.31.01:06:50@130BklynNYC
207th Street and the Sound of Crickets
It was usually a Sunday
Sometimes a Saturday
I would ride the A-train
All the way up North
To the very last stop
I don’t recall reading much
On those trips
Quite often I would listen
To my Walkman
Years later my Discman
Until finally my iPod
Usually, I would make a day of it
I would leave early in the morning
Stay for lunch and depart just before dinner
But there were times
That I came for dinner instead
For some reason
I had fond memories
Of your tuna fish salad
It really was perfect
Better than Dad’s
Better than my own
I remember you bringing me some
When I was at school
You’d make a big tub of it
Packed tightly in
Recycled rainbow sherbet plastic containers
- Delicious!
I regret a few things though
Even though I probably visited you the most
I regret not seeing you even more
I cherished the naps we took together
Hours long, and that would be my visit
I regret not kissing you on your lips
I know our whole family does it
As a loving “Hello” or “Goodbye” greeting
But for some reason I never got used to it
Even Jordan kisses me on my lips
And I feel weird
Like that kiss is only for
My partners whom I have
An intimate relationship with
But as I reflect,
I wish I had kissed you on the lips
I certainly very much
Enjoyed holding your hands
Anytime, anywhere
And how our thumbs danced
I now have passed that
On to Sophie and Jordan
- Tight Squeeze -
I regret not meeting the
Love of my life
Before you both died
I know it’s something
You both wanted for me very much
But you know I try
It’s just almost impossible
For a woman to capture my heart
The lessons of love
You shared with me are invaluable
You were the Prince and Princess Bride
You were Hawkeye and Cora
You were Rome and Juliet
You were Oma and Opa
The other day,
I was standing on an
Outside subway platform
It was an unexpected cooler day
Among what has been a
Hot sticky summer
It was early evening
And I was headed to
Manhattan to have dinner
With Christine, whom you both met (and liked – loved)
The crickets were out
Chirping and singing their songs
They reminded of you
Two
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.08.17.22:33:00@QTrainAtlanticAveBklynNYC
$5.86
I purchased four (4) Francis Bacon postcards today
at The Metropolitan Museum of Art
The total of the purchase was $5.86
I gave the cashier $11.01
She said to me “You gave me eleven dollars”
I said “Yes, you’ll see what happens.”
She gave me a five-dollar bill, a dime, and nickel as change.
Why are cashiers stupid?
I’d rather have a five dollar bill, a dime, and a nickel
then four dollar bills, a dime, and 4 pennies.
Again,
Why are cashiers stupid?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.10.10:28:00@1000FifthAveNYC
14 Inches Deep
Locked me to the core
Mortared bricks with your name
Garden’s poisonous offering
Climbed up on top of you
For inspiration and fame
In black tie and hunger strike
Rolled down your skin
Got back up, rolled the same
Summer’s heat became an intruder
Transients come and go
Foreign tongues unevenly tame
Slithering down your inside corridors
Descending – ascending traffic
Constructing territories, marking claim
Leaving remnants along your slabs
Gathering of photographic thieves
Meat banquet, witnessing game
Hearing swallowing voices, sitting once more
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.06.09.21:36:02@130BklynNYC
7
1. In September I’ll be 96
2. My wife died a couple of years ago after 65 years of marriage
3. My son does not talk to his own son and daughter
4. I have not seen my brother and sister in over 20 years.
5. I’m tired and I shit in my pants
6. No one visits me.
7. I can’t remember
I sit at table number 7. And those are the top 7 reasons why I wish to die.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.25.17:52:21@599BwayNYC&KittayHouseBronx
With Love
3T26
Took me from mustache city
As the dog did bark
Uplifted her skirt
Was afraid of the dark
Took me where the artists inhabit
As Kiki Kern passes with a skip
Got back to the street
Bent her around, made her strip
Took me from East to West
No more of that long fight
Not even a struggle
My beauty is in sight
Took me back home
After the ugly tucked under
Lesbians crawled out
The Casbah residents always will thunder
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.03.08.12:31:04@20HudsonNYC
10:28
I was running late for my flight.
My 11 a.m. out of J.F.K.
I was standing outside, near Western Beef,
on fourteenth street.
I was about to go, about to leave, about to depart
couldn’t find a cab
Until the last minute
You were wearing your long coat
I leaned in to say goodbye
You were on the phone
I kissed you goodbye
You never got off the phone
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.03.16:35:32@205HudsonNYC
4th of July
I was ready to open up,
Almost completely.
You were about to be given a key.
I would have let you inside my heart.
But now,
The door that was once ajar,
Is now closed.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.04.02:43:33@296NYC
666
Ain’t no rats
And ain’t no significance.
Ain’t no shade
And ain’t no aunt of mine.
Ain’t no pole dancer
And ain’t no desk worker.
Ain’t no pollution filler
And ain’t no belly tap tipper.
This ain’t no number of mine
This ain’t no number of mine
A twisted fate
And tree roots with a lock hold on your ankles
A leftover date
And dark clouds rolling in over head
A dead mate
And streaks of fire falling from the sky
A breeder of hate
It’s not my fault, but my dear,
You are too late.
This ain’t no number of mine
This ain’t no number of mine
Ain’t no obituary.
And ain’t no surprise.
Ain’t no dinner maze.
And ain’t no donation.
Ain’t no signature
And ain’t no admiration.
Ain’t no scent of intercourse
And ain’t no cherry pie.
This ain’t no number of mine
This ain’t no number of mine
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.06.06.06:06:06@296NYC
53 Floors
As I passed the 52nd floor,
I thought of you, Cara.
As I passed the 51st floor,
I thought of you, Jordan.
As I passed the 50th floor,
I thought of you, Sophie
As I passed the 49th floor,
I thought of you, Marshall
As I passed the 48th floor,
I thought of you, Martin
As I passed the 47th floor,
I thought of you, Rochelle
As I passed the 46th floor,
I thought of you, Nili
As I passed the 45th floor,
I thought of you, Julie
As I passed the 44th floor,
I thought of you, Lance
As I passed the 43rd floor,
I thought of you, Samantha
As I passed the 42nd floor,
I thought of you, James
As I passed the 41st floor,
I thought of you, Tiffani
As I passed the 40th floor,
I thought of you, Meryl
As I passed the 39th floor,
I thought of you, Jill
As I passed the 38th floor,
I thought of you,, Jack
As I passed the 37th floor,
I thought of you, Richard
As I passed the 36th floor,
I thought of you, Linda
As I passed the 35th floor,
I thought of you, Jacqui
As I passed the 34th floor,
I thought of you, Christine
As I passed the 33rd floor,
I thought of you, Peter
As I passed the 32nd floor,
I thought of you, Robert
As I passed the 31st floor,
I thought of you, Oli
As I passed the 30th floor,
I thought of you, Ryan
As I passed the 29th floor,
I thought of you, Liliana
As I passed the 28th floor,
I thought of you, Stacey
As I passed the 27th floor,
I thought of you, Leora
As I passed the 26th floor,
I thought of you, Courtney
As I passed the 25th floor,
I thought of you, Kristy
As I passed the 24th floor,
I thought of you, Nackie
As I passed the 23rd floor,
I thought of you, Sarah
As I passed the 22nd floor,
I thought of you, Sue
As I passed the 21st floor,
I thought of you, Kai
As I passed the 20th floor,
I thought of you, Amanda
As I passed the 19th floor,
I thought of you, Tim
As I passed the 18th floor,
I thought of you, Robyn
As I passed the 17th floor,
I thought of you, Thom
As I passed the 16th floor,
I thought of you, Sol
As I passed the 15th floor,
I thought of you, Emily
As I passed the 14th floor,
I thought of you, Bobbie
As I passed the 13th floor,
I thought of you, Dana
As I passed the 12th floor,
I thought of you, Anitra
As I passed the 11th floor,
I thought of you, Sheila
As I passed the 10th floor,
I thought of you, Melissa
As I passed the 9th floor,
I thought of you, Erin
As I passed the 8th floor,
I thought of you, Kaare
As I passed the 7th floor,
I thought of you, Matt
As I passed the 6th floor,
I thought of you, Kurt
As I passed the 5th floor,
I thought of you, Tony
As I passed the 4th floor,
I thought of you, Jerry
As I passed the 3rd floor,
I thought of you, Babette
As I passed the 2nd floor,
I thought of you, Pablo
As I passed the 1st floor,
I thought of you, Diane
I stopped thinking.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.05.03.21:21:59@296NYC
10048
Happy Birthday.
Please join us for our wedding day.
I love you.
Happy New Year.
Miss you.
Thinking of you.
Your order number.
You owe.
Congratulations!
You are invited.
Daddy,
Mommy,
Sister,
Brother,
Uncle,
Aunt,
Son,
Daughter,
Grandpa,
Grandma,
Friend,
Didn’t even know you
But I’ll send you a postcard from the heart,
daily.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.11.09:30:00@296NYC
01
It’s Near Years Day
Come see the lights
Come see the people dressed in black
And see her legs spread wide open
It’s New Years Day
Thousands of years after Christ died
For my sins?
And look at my bloody hands
It’s New Years Day
I’m outta cash
No salt tears to pour with
No thoughts remain
It’s New Years Day
I’m out of it
I’m searchless
Think of a little hope
It’s New Years Day
Shouldn’t be too long now
I’ve got the gauge
I’m ready set go
It’s New Years Day
Dark clouds overhead now
I saw a puppy just the other day
Little life left in a little life present
It’s New Years Day
Don’t be good
Around the corner shot gun
I’ll be back from seven eleven
It’s New Years Day
Don’t shed a tear
It’s going to be thunder
It’s going to be real
It’s Near Years Day
The children are dead
No one to play with
Sugar in my head
It’s Near Years Day
The playground is empty
My hands are solid and numb
My feet are stained with your purity
It’s New Years Day
Put on my dress wear
I’ll hide in a shadow
And see you next year
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.01.01.01:01:01 @ 2594DVA
12 Minutes
You would be surprised
What I can do
In 12 Minutes
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.26.10:00:00 @ AVA
9 O’clock
Underneath the table
Her warm hands were rubbing my thighs
The bar was stale with old-age smoke
The red-light candle was burning
In front of my face, ill
There was a beat on the system
Underground a train would rumble by
Ladies flirting at the table top
Minds wondering and smiles exchanged
All I could focus on
All I could dream about
And get lost in
Your eyes
Put the thick dust away
The sounds, the noises, the bull
I see you through the curtain of iron
The blinds of war
It’s you I’ve been searching for
I’ve been waiting for
For the look in your eyes
And warmth of your touch
Underneath the table
The air is no longer stale
I’m holding your hand
Can you feel the warmth?
The kindness?
The realism?
Nothing bad today
Nothing ill
Nothing wrong
Just our eyes locking
Just ourselves getting lost
In the minds and warmth of each other
Forget about the tonic-stained wooden floor
The cast-iron ceiling and dimly lit yellow lights
Forget about the juke box playing songs of the like
The coasters holding up the drunks and beauties
Forget about the dirty bathroom and overflowed toilet
The beer labels stuck on walls and youngsters believing
Forget about the fried potatoes and beefcake bouncer
The pushed breasted bar tender and slick stud of yonder
Right now, the moment is for us
All of us
Every part of our hearts
As we share and intertwine our flame
At 9 O’clock
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.09.20:39:09 @ 296 New York City
00.01.11.02:08:38 @ 296 New York City
10th of July
I heard the shuffle of angel’s feet
Because today I managed to take my dagger
And deepen the hole that creates
My own passion and pain
I’ll see you next year
Same time, same place
Quarter of a century, as long as you remember
Bury me in the garden of the lost
Have bagpipes play at my funeral
And play the soundtrack for all
And let the womyn and men in blue jeans
Create paintings on the grassy hillside
Hear my song and chant
Listen to the wind, the music of the night
Dance naked in front of the wildfire
And look in the mirror and see my shadow
Today I’m an angel
Hear my feet sliding and stomping
Hear my heart pounding and my veins popping
Think about the times
And now I hold my dagger closer
Today is a day how we all remembered him
Always fucking around, not one soul knew truth
Except for the great spirit in Missouri land
Look into my blue eyes
Tell me what you see
Search the rest of the earth
And what you have forgotten
We lay him to rest
On this tenth day of July
In Nineteen Ninety Nine
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.07.10.00:00:00@NYC
54 look-a-likes (Version #1)
I saw a man that looked like Greg
I saw a woman that looked like Tiffani
I saw a man that looked like Jon
I saw a woman that looked like Jill
I saw a man that looked like Mike
I saw a woman that looked like Nina
I saw a man that looked like Scott
I saw a woman that looked like Mimi
I saw a man that looked like James
I saw a woman that looked like Carol
I saw a man that looked like Travis
I saw a woman that looked like Maggie
I saw a man that looked like Thomas
I saw a woman that looked like Ruby
I saw a man that looked like Dave
I saw a woman that looked like Doris
I saw a man that looked like Chris
I saw a woman that looked like Diane
I saw a man that looked like Marshall
I saw a woman that looked like Debra
I saw a man that looked like Opa
I saw a woman that looked like Carrie
I saw a man that looked like Matt
I saw a woman that looked like Constance
I saw a man that looked like Paul
I saw a woman that looked like Megan
I saw a man that looked like Jim
I saw a woman that looked like Nancy
I saw a man that looked like Jeff
I saw a woman that looked like Robin
I saw a man that looked like David
I saw a woman that looked like Jennie
I saw a man that looked like Me
I saw a woman that looked like Kathleen
I saw a man that looked like Peter
I saw a woman that looked like Erin
I saw a man that looked like Richard
I saw a woman that looked like Susan
I saw a man that looked like Jack
I saw a woman that looked like Claudia
I saw a man that looked like Ben
I saw a woman that looked like Jen
I saw a man that looked like Henry
I saw a woman that looked like Mandy
I saw a man that looked like Tim
I saw a woman that looked like Babette
I saw a man that looked like Lance
I saw a woman that looked like Amanda
I saw a man that looked like Charley
I saw a woman that looked like Sarah
I saw a man that looked like Kai
I saw a woman that looked like Marlene
I saw a man that looked like Patrick
I saw a woman that looked like Stacey
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.05.25.4:03:02 @ 1515 nyc
44
I adore you
I worship you
And I sleep in your dreams
44
Double
Full of life and color
You dance the night away
You go-go
You are a great wrapper
44
Sweet ebony kisses
Wishing you were purple from a 2-way street
Accepting blooms
44
West coast promises
If only you were purple from my town
Accepting cash
44
British accent on a rainy day
If only you were purple dancing in running water
Accepting smooth handful kisses
44
Bermuda sand spreaders
If only you were purple traveling with me
Accepting moonshine down your bare back
44
New York City kind of way
If only you were purple from last night’s dead beat
Accepting my eye wink on the park bench
44
You are a whirlwind
Squeezed tight
And tighter
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.03.16.17:50:00 @ 8AVE & 43RD ST
99.04.08.06:12:00 @ 296
2 Pussies/2 Pussys
2 Pussys sitting at the pool
One with four
One with two legs
One pussy winks at me
The other is my lover
One pussy,
Her legs are spread wide open
For the sun to invade
The other pussy
Is sipping
In the sunshine
One pussy’s
Nipples are stiff
And licks her lips
While staring at me
The other pussy
Rolls around
Acting like a
Pussy cat in bed
One pussy
Is clean shaven
And smooth
The other pussy
Is furry in all the right places
And oh, so soft!
Both pussys
Let their lover mount them
And enjoy the pleasure
Both pussys
Struggle and twist
At the sight of my gaze
One pussy
Walks to the water
The other
Pussy walks towards me
Now
I have a pussy
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.08.09.22:14:00@Bermuda