Winter Footsteps
It’s impossible
That in the coldness
I feel separated
Yet hot
Feeling hot
The warmth transferred
By my quiet footsteps
I left in the snow
I trailed along
Thinking of her
And where we were
And how I got there
I penetrated my thoughts
To think about the spring
In this winter town
This complex winter
Song
Making angels in the snow
With her
Making with her
In the snow
In our nude
It’s about time
To go around
Sing with joy
Of new desire
I think it’s warm
The snow is melting
Uncovering me
Follow my footsteps
Where they lead
And where they have gone
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.27.24:52:03 @ 296 NYC
taken
B01, taken, contracted
B02
B03, taken, extracted
B04
B05
B06
B07, painted, felt-up
B08
B09, revolted, taken
B10
B11, changed
B12, taken, changed, better
B13, taken, returned
B12
B14, misplaced
B15, (B), taken, new
B16, created, currently
B17, taken, because
B18
B19
B20
B21
B22
B23, me
B24
B25, taken, first, quarter, cents
B26
B27, I love you
B28
B29, taken, remind me later
B30
B31, exchanged, taken, taken
B32
B33, taken, possible
B34
B35
B36
B37
B38, 2nd
B39
B40, taken, long
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.26.23:02:38 @ 296 nyc
Never Again
Never Again
Will I make midnight cab rides
To underplayed Stevie Wonder fans
To fall in love with them
And rush back home
To wash up
Go to sleep
And bite my lips
To bed
Never Again
Will I repeat digits for those who want
Company and profit
Under black and blue skies
Or roll around in comfort
To be watched by hidden eyes
Behind locked doors
Never Again
Will I work up the courage
To tell you the truth
And share my friendship
And to tell you when it’s time to go
When I’m tired
And when i will dive off building tops
Never Again
Will my love be lost
Or my time be spent
With you
Because you are a waste of time
And you make me cry
And huddle in the puddles I create
Because you are not real
And you make me mad
And make my stomach spin
Never Again
Will I be your belly dancer
Or proud pounder
Or teacher
Never Again
Will I catch you
Protect you
Or save you
Never Again
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.21.23:22:00 @ 296 NYC
98.12.23.17:11:40 @ 1515 NYC
My Cat
I was driving my cat
From New York to New Jersey
Just across the border
He usually meows and cries
A lot
On these mysterious trips
But this time he was silent
Quiet
Did not say anything
It was a short trip
Only lasting four minutes
Or so
Listening to “Running to Stand Still”
And “With or Without You”
While sticking my finger
Into my cat’s ‘kennel cab’
Still, my cat would not meow
Nor would he rub his face
Or body against my fingers
He was eerily silent
And I knew something was odd
Wrong
The music playing
No meowing
No touching
I knew my cat was dead
I felt happy and sad
He wanted to be with me
When he died
He tried so hard
His tired old body
Waiting to be with me
One last time
I was prepared
To end my trip in New Jersey
And take my cat
Out of the car
And cradle his soft
Not yet stiff
Body
In my arms
Looking up towards the sky
Embracing on of the rare beings
I will have ever loved.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.20.22:40:00@505NJ
Daily
Daily
I think of needs
And want the wants
But when it comes down to the simplicity of it all
Its so difficult to just be
So I wind down the clock
Take it back
Fix up the drugs
Give myself the injection
And think about her
I rank on the thoughts
Contemplating it all
The worlds collide
And the wonders keep up the juxtaposition
She says shes not the devil
She does not torture me
But I know the facts
She is just a playboy spinner
I sit quietly in the corner
So when I come up
One day
She'll say hello
In a different kind of way
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.08.21:36:19@505NJ
Would, Could, Should
I would have kissed your lips
If I could
I would have explored your sensual navel
If I could
I would have nibbled on your sexy ears
If I could
I would have sucked on your nipples
If I could
I would have shown you the beauty all around us
If I could
I would have walked hours around the sights
If I could
I would have shown you the midnight sunrise
If I could
I would have devoured the passion
If I could
I would have taken you down under
If I could
I would have poured my soul into you
If I could
I would have lit warm candles
If I could
I would have been with you
If I could
I would have held you
If i could
Should I have?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.06.19:40:00@ Hollywood Diner NJ
98.12.07.04:40:00@ Hollywood Diner NJ
Ruth, The Truth, Bob, and The 3-Fingered Man (Talk This, Talk That: Revisited)
It’s happened once again
thirty fives flirtn’
I don’t mind, I’m just goin’ with the jive
Flirting
Her red hair cascading down
And bright red lipstick
Spilling wine on her Asian white dress
Right on her breasts
I’m looking down
at her form
and her modeling hands
Her tight twad tits
as Hacked duck is being served
She drops her tickets
I bend down
Glancing at her legs
Upwards towards her pussy
or maybe just her number
She thinks I want a lay
When all she is, is a drunk
A dumb mother fucker
in an art world she shouldn’t be in
I ask her to model
Thinking about the cauliflower
She cringes at the words I mouth
Makes a face and two and three
I discover her insides
By slipping up her skirt
She admits to me
I leave with my Sam Adams
and say...
“You are a FUCKIN’ RACIST!!”
leaving just okay
Drinking along
Observing the owns
All I have to say
Is goodbye today
Give me the dough
Give me the crackers, the cheese, the grapes
Let’s have a black party
a black tie
I am an artist
I’m going to die
She wanted my cock
She wanted his
But she didn’t want Bobs
And that’s what bothered me that night
She wanted two youngin’s
To wrap her aged legs around
Pumping cocks
but all she got
was a bit of reality
as we were ‘insecure’
I put on my pleasure
and held my bible
remember her fish tails
walk out gleaming
of confusion, lust, and joy
and
I say fuck you
Go to hell
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.01.02:00:02@NYCNJ
Womyn
I know I’m a martyr
With huge concrete walls
Grid steel plates
And outward planks
I’m Lucifer
I bring you hell
Open up my mind
And look under my eyelids
What do you see, scurrying along?
Controlling my thoughts
Entering and exiting
My existence?
Lift me up
See all the womyn
Turning my gears
Using cement to tear down a wall
The chisel stays aside
The hammer stays aside
The womyn climb and fall
The men scale and break their necks
It’s a fort that cannot be told
A prison that I’m forever trapped in
Even though
I wish to dance every dance with you
Take my chains off
Watch my muscles be pulled by the womyn
I want to make (edited) with you
In the midnight sun
My head spins
Full of womyn
And artistry men
Fathers and ghosts
And long last brothers
Climbing water towers
Until I dive
Off
Crying alone
Beauty lives within
Secret lies
And plains for buffalos to roam
Burning inside
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.01.01:01:12@505 NJ
Albino
I remember your albino hair
And gaze you gave me
Your over the shoulder shrugs
Filled of straps
You and your vanilla-cherry lips
I devour so much
The bites at your neck
And the nights shooting stars
We can puncture our veins together
And take the fake drug underneath the docks
By the cold gulf waters
As war rages on across seas
Let’s unzip and let go
Surrendering to the darkest times
Nightmares about losing teeth
And straddling around my waist; dentistry
Boxing fights, Mighty Joe Young and Family re-runs
It’s all old news to me, making me erect
For numerous albinos in the fields
Taking a cab, a dollar tip
Making it fair
And don’t believe, just a lie
Making it hot and squishy
For a little while ..
just a bit
Twiddle Dee - Twiddle Dum
Feeling woozy, I think I’ll get drunk like a bum
Albino throbbing
Hard for you
Poetry is dead
Art is dead
and so are you...
and so are you.....
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.11.16.02:56:36 @ 505NJ/(WS@NYC)
Angel X
I’m an angel
You introduced me to God
Held my hand as I entered God’s realm
You followed me in
Took care of my needs
And then you took my beauty away
My dreams
My thoughts
You raped me of possibility
And erased my doubt
You had brought me to God
But now I see
God is dead
And business is alive
You will fuck me
Perhaps up the ass
But you will not
Never will you
Ever
Destroy me
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.11.08.21:07:00 @ Tampa -> NYC Flt#1874
Moon Abuse
I send you my apology
My deepest one
I’m sorry, moon
I have abused you
I was unaware
Of your actual beauty
The passion that you possess
The sensuality you share
I’m sorry that I abused you,
Moon
There is nothing too compare
You are a mighty peace
For all to enjoy and hold
Not just for me
To abuse
Please accept my deepest sorrow
For I was blind to your power
Romanticism and truth
I’m sorry moon,
But I have abused you...
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.11.08.20:52:00@Tampa -> NYC Flt#1874
Shattered
I’m shattered
My self-scattered across
This heartless land
This desolate place
I say goodbyes
And give away my gold
And dance to the
Hammer tunes
My pretend dreams
Broken
Lost
And stolen
Dead grandmother’s
Rolling and turning
In their graves
Because it’s just you and me
Baby
I’ve received signs
I’ve fortified and
Made adjustments
To accept
And pretend
I may be shattered
But I’ll never be destroyed
Every time I fuckin go
I just realize
And I stand by my beliefs
I don’t believe in love
It’s just imaginary
A fuck for false fighters
My love is for you
Always
But when you fuck around
You kill me
It hurts
But you have NOT destroyed me
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.11.07.05:57:00@ St Petersburg Florida Reddington Beach
Eye Burn
My eyes are burning
Sleep deprived
Being silly
All I can do
Listen to you
Hear your beauty
Think about your soul
Your voice
Your lips
My eyes are burning
I’m tired tonight
Early hours of my flight
Writing poetry
Thinking about you
The night is young
I’ve just begun
My eyes are burning
I see my reflection
Blue coast wars
And coastal museums
Stark naked I stand
On the web to bed
My eyes burn
And burn
Oh, so strongly
I’m going to be silly
Be with me
Tonight
And my willy!!
Smile
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.11.04.02:26:00@505MAHWAH
Jacksun Polluck (Talk This, Talk That Revisited #2)
dun dun - dun dun - dun dun
dun dun dun
Jacksun Polluck
My potluck
Feel a bit Warholee?
Prime time colour Me!
Pin stripes
Smokin' pipes
Velvet girls of 4teen
Loosing feathers, what I mean
Elegant arrogant
She is so hesitant
Gracias Do
It meanta lot for me to go
8 Cathedrals and 1 Trojan Horse
In my pocket of course
Ice protector
Erection for her
Flat chested fake marriages
And cheetah languages
The sequence man, or warrior, or queer
Tongue Red-framed glasses showing no fear!
HOLY CRAP!! What nice leggs! (advert)
She makes me hurt!
Lady bare back
I'm gonna have a heartattack
Romantic wood
I'd be serious, if I could
Some gay boys
And girl toys
Plastic surgery
King of imagery
Lighted memory
Enchanted glamoury
Blue tunes
Cigar log flumes
Orange Man crossing my path
Just after the noon bath
Old busy poppy bags
Salt & Pepper hags
Blue eyes, blue dress - contact
I've been backed
What the fuck is that!? -
That string around your neck!
Round-a-bout cat! -
You look like a fuckin' wreck!
“Is it Beauty, or is it Art?”
“It's Art”
“Can they both co-exist with eachother?”
“Yes”
“Something to think about...”
Purple pusher, fuzzy man, sexy status, beg me tun, rafoss spiffy
tuxedo warrants, maniac laughter, Egyptian short tight silver skirts
BLUE
PoeticK jazz
& jazz rain
dance to the jazz
the jazz
the jazz .....
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.28.23:00:00@MOMANYC
Loaded Clouds
Backflips
Spinouts
& Overouts
Cha-Kick
-BANG!!
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.23.00:00:00@F Train to Times Sq NYC
Dollar For A Dream
Why did you bend down towards me?
Show me your cleavage?
And how do you do that trick
And spin your necklace around and around
Your charm falling between your breasts?
Why do you do that?
Flaunt and tease me
Putting handcuffs on my warm hands
And make my heart full of a snake’s cold blood?
And how do you cast shadows
And make the darkest night darker
How come my depth is only commercial to you
Yet you can reveal your inner self
Infront of me with your tits?
Why is it when I mention real English
You shutter at the thought of what I say?
Why do you do that?
And question my origin?
How come you can leave it open
Or close it
But when I come in
It does not exist?
How come the power that can be seen
And the mirage that can be felt
May seem to me
Just a fake orgasm?
Just a time that I want to hold onto forever?
Why do you do that?
Why do you shove your breasts in my face
If I have not given you a dollar
for a dream?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.19.03:41:07@505NJ07430
Imagine (My Heart)
I want you to imagine
Just for a moment
Imagine I’m taking out my heart
I’m pulling the pulsating muscle
Out through my breast bone
Out through my chest
I pull out my heart
And place it on the table beside me
I want you to imagine
My heart still beating
On the table it sits
With holes and gorges in it
And punctures and concave valleys
All these dents and bruises
For all those who pretended to display
I want you to imagine
My heart on this table
And I want you to imagine
What is in my hands
In my hands I hold destruction
I pour gasoline on my heart
And light the pulsing wonder to flames
I burn it to a crisp
Blackened and charcoaled
It still beats
Imagine with me
I take out a six-inch knife
And stab the still throbbing heart
Continuously over and over
I sever the heart multiple times
With liaisons spreading rapidly
It continues to beat
Still not complete
I take a .38 and aim
Shooting bullets through the heart
Through the wild beast that beats so rapidly
The heart still beats
I want you to imagine
I take that burnt, stabbed, shot
Heart
And I stretch open my chest
And carefully place it back
To its secret chamber
I want you to imagine
For only a moment
©1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.17.18:43:26@1515NYC
Goodbye
Saying goodbye
My heart is closed
Sealed forever
Because what you have done
You all, out there
My heart is dead
Suffocated to lifelessness
You have destroyed myself
Are you happy now?
You have taken down my fortress
And the thorns which protect
I’m saying goodbye
To nothing we had
I’m saying goodbye
To the angels in the sky
Harps are playing
I hear them with my adaptations
My love for you was always there
Even though I was unaware
You have killed me
And made me flat on this planet of dust
And leftover distributed feelings
I’m saying goodbye
To your ignorance
Your pathetic behavior
Your lack of lust
I’m saying goodbye
To all of you
On this autumn day
And I put the blade away
Just to give you one more chance
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.17.18:36:17@1515NYC