David Harth 2014-02-14 David Harth 2014-02-14

Quietly Come, Quietly Go

I’ve been summoned

Synchronized and scrutinized

Not in my birth father’s footsteps

But in the footsteps of the undertaker

These are the blossoms of life that you don’t believe in

The chances you are unwilling to take

Like the swells in the ocean’s fury

Like the gusts in the wind’s scream

Each lover I’ve had

Contracted the worse disease of all

For the day I commit suicide

They can surely say

“I made love with him”

14.02.14.14:14:14@323NYC

David Harth 2002-01-31 David Harth 2002-01-31

Quicksand

I’m sinking deep

My legs are going under

My head soon to follow

Youve got my arms

Pull me out, resurrect me,

Q U I C K S A N D ...

02.01.31.02:02:02@296NYC

David Harth 1998-09-15 David Harth 1998-09-15

I create an organic abstraction

While dog bomb squads are masturbating with the gods

And sky devils with protecting hearts are quick-draws

Exploding plastic is inevitable

Surrounded by Cuban Dens,

Eastern Heroes, and World Dominators

Several Moments

Occurring in time

To repeat itself

On hold.

98.09.15.21:24:00@42ndst8thaveNYC