notes on paper

Only my sorry ass

Can be shot by your loaded pistol

Girls of bellowing nature

Tend to suck really great

Womyn without intelligence,

I ditch

Fury babies are

Like refrigerator icons

Pornography is an

Artist’s ambition

And my call-out

Is a musician’s photograph

And my lover is

The arm chair you spread on

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.04.23.00:00:00@NYC