Untitled (New Year’s Day)
It is New Year’s Day.
What did you do?
Just the other day?
I sat in the center.
The epicenter.
Where 7th meets Broadway.
Where the neon lights are.
Where the movies are filmed.
I sat there.
All day long.
Handcuffed myself.
To a chair,
To the lamppost.
Right in the center.
The great big clock,
Behind me.
Coke in front of me.
I have never snorted.
About to now.
Corporate Surroundings
I wish I had a fuck on me.
I wish I had a smoke.
I sat in the center.
Chained to the chair.
To the lamppost.
I sat all day.
As the clock neared midnight.
I pulled the trigger.
Still handcuffed.
My thoughts now on the lamppost.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
97.12.31.00:00:00@NYCUSA
98.01.01.00:00:00@NYCUSA
Unknown Answers
I couldn’t fall asleep last night
I was twisting and turning
And turning and twisting
Getting tangled up in my sheets
And my blanket
I would twist and turn
In a restless motion
Of flipping and adjusting and readjusting
I was thinking about her so much
Wondering if she felt the same way
Did she like me?
Like I liked her?
Was I back in time?
Was I in High School again?
Or are these just the games of love?
That we all play?
Should I pass her a note?
Beneath the desk?
Should I tell her best friend?
That I like her?
Should I smile at her?
That kind of smile that indicates,
“Hey, I like you.”?
These are the games.
These are my questions.
I hate to play games.
And I hate games played.
But what are you supposed to do?
When you’re in love.
And love is in you?
These are the unknown answers.
And the answers I seek.
So give me a sign.
And I’ll give you my heart.
© 2015 David Greg Harth
2015.10.20.11:51:26@200NYC
Unrecognizable
The crimson darkness has fallen upon us
I have vivid memories of you
Courting you with everything I’ve got
With an ammunition of poetry
Lying next to you on the Great Lawn
Beneath the galaxy of shimmering stars
Penetrating your wetness deeply from behind
Your hands pressed up against the cold window pane
The crimson darkness has fallen upon us
We lost our child to a storm of resulting emotions
You moved so far away from me
Coital cephalgia still infiltrates daily
Voices of you scream a haunting echo
In the empty chambers of my heart
I was intoxicated with infatuation
Blinded by your secret allurement
The crimson darkness has fallen upon us
Liquid dripped from your inner thigh months too early
We were bound for complete sadness
Our eyes turned to unyielding stone
Everything failed and came to a complete halt
As we battled for each other's existence
Off the bridge you desired
You walked on and I fell deep
Turned once more
Your lips parted slightly
As if to say one last goodbye
The shadows swallowed you whole
And you were gone
As the crimson darkness has fallen upon me
I have become unrecognizable
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.01.30.03:12:41@130BklynNYC
Unvisited Locations
This space is often vacant
A hollowness which craves to be occupied
In the left atrium there is a huge area
Your wails can be heard in the empty cave
Echoing the dreams of hope
In the right atrium there is a tremendous zone
So vast, the blue oceans of the world cannot fill it completely
The left ventricle continues as an open field
Readily available for a new inhabitant
The right ventricle, a cloudless sky
Aching to encompass each floating cloud nine
Each connecting aorta and connecting pulmonary
Pumping the great warmth that makes me who I am
That trickles to the tips of my fingers
Of the hands that will hold you on any sunny day
And keep you warm on frigid nights
These are the unvisited locations in my heart
They are reserved for you
Come claim them
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.06.05.13:07:09@550NYC
Unleash
Reveal the lion inside me
Let me roar an echoing proclamation
I’ll make shadows run for cover
As birds take an early migration
Water will flow upstream
Our ventricles will fill with hydration
The ground beneath us will quake
Swallowing our hearts with a radiant palpitation
End the eternal search
We have found our salvation
Allow these feelings to validate
Secrets turn into affirmation
I stand before you
I stand before everyone on this earth
I stand before every member of every nation
With my deepest declaration,
I proclaim –
Unleash my heart!
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.11.18:40:59@323NYC
Unlock
With a wooden spoon, stir the tea
In a hidden safe, put away the key
Venturing into the unknown
No more days of being alone
Inside your heart I’ve started a fire
You’ll never forget my eyes of sapphire
No sense in blocking the unconventional
These emotions are multidimensional
Delete the borders and erase the distance
Surrender to your own resistance
I’ve escaped the artificial
Everything with you is beyond celestial
We’ll orbit the sun, the moon, and the stars
This warmth heals our internal scars
Our breathless silence shall pass
My affection for you will last
As witness to my eyes
I’ll harmonize your midnight cries
Put away your defense
Hand in hand we shall commence
This love is now for hire
Have I found a repeat buyer?
My heart is yours, I will never sever
Take it and occupy it forever
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.11.10.24:11:43@130BklynNYC
Uncharted Territory
For over three decades
I have treaded in the ocean
I have surfed each available sea
I have searched multiple continents
And I have scurried lands far and wide
With each nautical map I follow
My sails have always led me towards you
My bow always pointed me towards you
Each direction given
Each wind blown
I was just a lost man on a voyage
Now found
In this uncharted territory
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.10.31.12:55:59@130BklynNYC
Up
In the darkest midnight hour
Under the cover of blackness
Beneath the full moon’s scattered fingerprints
Drowned out by the rumble of approaching thunder
In the shadows of love’s past
Hidden among the forgotten and lost
Muffled by an echoed plea
Silenced with a concealed drum
Behind the defensive guard
Soldiers regroup and reload
The wall goes up.
Thick ropes are pulled
Iron gates are lowered
Water is emptied from the moat
Replaced with molten lava
Last chariots are escorted across
Bridges are destroyed
Staircases crumble to the ground
Ladders are burned to ashes
Catapults are dismantled
Instruments of flight are demolished
The wall goes up.
Released from the chamber
Now escorted back
Through violent storms
Through raging seas
To the frozen tundra
To the deepest depth below
Far below the obtainable surface
Far beyond the foreseeable future
Stolen and broken it was
Stronger and thicker it has become
The wall goes up.
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.08.26.14:34:31@550MadisonNYC
Unforeseen Circumstance
You entered so unexpectedly.
Your funny bones, laughing gas.
Your two drink minimum, tri-state tour.
I wasn’t prepared.
To hear your voice, catch your singing.
To see your gaze, taste your tears.
To ask you, nibble your lips.
What’s done is done.
She’s not late, neither are you.
She’s pre-occupied, you have the occupation.
She’s not, you aren’t.
Saving one by one has to get done.
Telling your love, you are in love.
Telling the audience, you are in love.
Telling you, you are in love.
Surprised, startled.
Shocked, stepped upon.
Shattered, scattered.
Strung about, strung along.
Strewn, sunken.
Slipped away, sailed forward.
Circumcised, demoralized,
I’m in love now, history now.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.15.18:30:29@599BwayNYC
Unlock Me
Knowing how the heart catapults into love,
I am uncertain if it’s you
If it’s you I could love.
I should until the end of time
Until death parts us
But I’ve only just found the key.
Find the looking glass, told.
I’ve climbed the mountain,
I shiver in thought.
He left the door ajar
Soundless she lies on the bed
Bare and innocent, calling.
The crow sits on the sill
As my love is wasted away
In you.
Pick up your belongings
Arise from your still
It is I who is now your shadow.
End your quest
Become the woman you are
For I too, am she.
Drink the blood
Your monthly
Let me suckle down yours.
Know that I love thee.
And it is you
That is my key.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.02.11:33:44@205HudsonNYC
Under David’s
I am so excited. The Mayor is very kind and wonderful
Three entire floors. Levels. Little nooks. Little crannies.
So, I can curl up and read a book to my daughter.
In a chair. Beneath the iron cast ceilings.
Smell the scent of street sausages and cotton candy.
I am so excited. I’ll have all the access to this knowledge.
The data. The documents. The concepts. The history.
So much to consume. Right here. So many books.
I’ll read. I’ll look. I’ll borrow. I’ll check out.
All within walking distance. Right under David’s place!
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.05.27.24:09:29@296NYC
The Ultimate Crime Of The Century
Amazingly,
somehow, in some way
I got away with it.
I committed the ultimate sin
A most heinous crime
The ultimate crime of the century.
So horrible
So bad
So disgusting
So inhumane
And I got away with it
Mentions of burnt human carcass
dismembered human remains
misplaced joints
and scattered teeth
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.25.17:23:39@296NYC
Under Over
Under Spell
Over Spell
Under Beauty
Over Beauty
Under Ground
Over Ground
Under Capture
Over Capture
Under Hunt
Over Hunt
Under Think
Over Think
Under Ache
Over Ache
Under Sadness
Over Sadness
Under Happiness
Over Happiness
Under Walk
Over Walk
Under Eat
Over Eat
Under Sleep
Over Sleep
Under Sweet
Over Sweet
Under Dream
Over Dream
Under Wish
Over Wish
Under Write
Over Write
Under Paint
Over Paint
Under Kiss
Over Kiss
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.12.04.20:34:05 @ 296 NYC
Untitled (With Her)
You put me to rest
And you left me in shame
You ask me if it’s getting better
No, it’s not.
I listen to you ringing in my ears
But I don’t do the things you tell me too
I stand to be a rebel and I’m not sure why
What cause what for
Walking great white ways
And reaching my goals
Still, I cry in the middle of the night
Waking up in red nightmares of inappropriate behavior
Inhaling smoking juveniles
And taking temperature-less showers
Day room blues and January air
I’m eating sweet bananas now
You put me to rest
And I left without shame
Seeing you go under
In the hot sunshine
Listening to angels
Writing eulogies
Should have hugged more
Wrote more visited more
Instead, now all is gone
I didn’t even know you
My art hangs on your walls
And new people are lovin’ it
You put me to rest
Now you are in shame
Because you refused to listen
Or accept and spend
You abused what we had and who we were
And never said please or sorry or thankyou
Now you die alone in your own misery
Not having myself or anyone to hold
It’s just you
And me baby
The death parted us
And nothing is left
Sleeping alone
Now these days
It gets colder
And I go to the art fair at Washington Square
I visit Fredrick Douglass Blvd
To get a gun to blow my brains on the floor
Friends tell me how to position the gun
Correctly
Friends lay asleep and wish it was them
Forever
I feed the pigeons
And rise and fall
Because this is my life
And she is ashamed.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.03.09.15:11:00@ 1515 NYC
99.03.12.13:17:00@ 1515 NYC
Untitled (Making Love)
Speaking in tongues
Devilish swirls
Around tender navels
Feeling your thigh
Up against mine
We mingle and twist
In the midnight mist
Feeling the groove
Of fresh air
Amplify the erotic
Art of touch
Stealing the kiss
From last night
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.02.06:01:23:00 @ Flannery’s 14th st NYC
Untitled (Phone Calls)
I lurk in the shadows
As a bomb at the station goes off
I digest my surroundings
And record her every move
I attack my city
When the poets or pope
Come to town
I create love
And conduct the orchestra
Lust will chant symphonies of blood
As my loneliness lasts to the bathhouse
Clear skies protect their loved ones
As blind men communicate about leather
Bible signatures
And an artist’s handicap
Sitting, shivering in the cold
She doesn’t hold me tonight
And last night’s rain is still dripping
Down my arched back
I hear the Beatles pledge to the boy in the Rye
And the Art Killers
in cathedrals
and central park
They come and go
When doves cry
Go home
Melodies in red, white, and blue
Paste my wall
But all I can do
Is put my cock ring on
And fuck Ms. Liberty
Until I cum inside her wet torch
The others sending thanks
And lyrics of the past
I give all
And take little
Robbing the banks
To produce the consumer
I work every day
To beg on my knees
For forgiveness
She has blue eyes today
Baby Blue
Yesterday a shade of brown
But whenever I see her
A mirror is broken
I stay in the night
To feel sausage sliding
And baby back ribs
© 1998 David Greg Harth
97.12.17.23:05:00@NYCNJ
98.02.27.02:28:00@NYCNJ
98.07.20.12:21:00@NYCNJRT
Untitled (Available For Love)
I give up my world for you
For your touch
For the smoothness of your skin
For the revolution around your soul
I give up my world for you
To have the sensation
To kiss your cheeks
And hold you forever
I’ll show the world who I am
Come out of my hiding
Show no secrets
And answer all questions
I’ll stop my art
I’ll become a shadow
To save you from agony
To save you from hope
Notice me
The person inside
The man
The passion
The sweetness
The kindness
The lover
The artist
Don’t talk to me
Just show me the way
Put your words aside
Show me your emotions
Let me see your insides
Your heart
Your beating
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.16.01:09:00@NJ07430
Untitled (Together)
Two together
Feeling the souls
Pouring water
Washing the heat
Twisting the passion
All around
Caressing your lips
Following your silky legs
Up your thighs
Feeling the inside
With my tongue against yours
Two tongues exchanging
Exploring wonders
And the warmness inside
Sweat created
And devoured with thirst
Tracing the curves
Imbedded under water
Nibbling and stroking
From inside and out
Soothing and massaging
Wondering about
Smoothness felt
Fingers between hair
Gentle kisses
And thrusts of desire
Candle light by tub tonight
Hot water to cool
Flowers smelt and cheered
For you
For you
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.05.28.14:59:03@Earth