Liar
I’m a liar
A vicious liar
I lie in cycles
Never coming out
I lied about my virginity
I lied about how many people I’ve slept with
I lied about how old I am
I lied about who I was
I lied about my love for you
I lied about my sexuality
I lied about my history
I lied about my wishes
I lied in that poem
I lied in that painting
I lied when I spoke to you
I lied when I made love to you
I lied when I hugged you
I lied when I killed you
I lied about the secret
I lied about the truth
I lied about masturbation
I lied about breaking glass
I lied when I said I enjoyed you
I lied when I whispered in your ear
I lied when I kissed you
I lied when I fell behind
I lied to my mother
I lied to my father
I lied to my friend
I lied to my lover
I’m a liar
A fuckin liar
Nothing but a liar
A low, selfish liar
A fuckin liar
Destructed
Destroyed
Fucked
A Liar.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.22.17:23:51@1515NYC
Rabbits (Version #3)
They tickled me
Held me tightly
But she turned her back
And walked away
In the April morning
Now left alone
With nothing in my nude
Just the taste in my mouth
From last night’s smile
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.22.16:56:18 @ 1515 NYC
Lost Among The Cats
Lost among the cats
Sugar in mind
Remembering what two men said
Seeing a written sign
Two men follow
One in London
One in the District
The Dollar Man
He laughs
Counts
Smiles at me
With I’ll Get Over
The Romantic Man
He arises
Writes
Smiles at The Dollar Man
With definitive understanding
Sugar enjoys before
Don’t remember the professors
Or last night nurses
Or who is on stage
Lost among the cats
Repeating a reassuring phrase
Helping me now
But the innocence
Don’t know if its
Changed
True
Or written on a card
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.21.00:00:00 @ AVA
Emergency Room
The room spins around you
Vertically and Horizontally
Get a tingle in the left portion of your brain
And numbness
And weakness
Down your entire left side
Down your neck and arm
Down your chest and thigh and leg
Throughout your bony structure and thin painted skin
And you wonder
Is the world rotating
Is this me and will I wake up myself
Again?
And you wonder
Will someone catch me
Or will I hit the floor?
And after doing money exchanges
And getting beverage for thirst and food for consumption
You veer left
Walking left
And prop yourself against the wall
Head toward the elevator
And wonder
Does anyone see this?
Successfully placing yourself on a lift
You arrive in style
Brain warm
And you wonder
Who to call first or what to do and how to shed a tear
For I know I’m still me today
But what about tomorrow?
And you wonder
Who will know
And who will not
Who will get to speak with me
And who will not?
And you wonder
Who will pay rent
And who will pay for food
Who will pay for this
And who for that?
As you take the twenty-one dollar cab ride home
Or your favorite spot by the little red light house
Just under the George Washington Bridge
Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center
You run across familiar architecture and a path you’ve always known
And you look up at the American Flag and remember the 12th
And you remember glass and tests and dots and pancakes and bananas and
sheets and pillows and laws and rules and black and white and tunnels and
peace symbols and doors with nails
And as you approach
And tell the story again
See a familiar face again
And a warm smile
You realize
It’s still you, just a change,
Not a choice, not a time, just a change
And all that’s in your head
Is a single thought
Of those who you cannot get out of your mind
As you sit there
In a New York City Hospital
You wonder why you cannot have a normal room
Or who is normal?
I sit in the GYN room full with stirrups and I act and joke and be me
Talk of more MRIs and Spinal Taps
Nothing new
Just had a CT scan and EKG, no Spect Scan or EEG or Angiogram this time
Take my blood, prick me, tickle me, stick me, and tell me I’m a mystery
Welcome on board
Now I can cry with the music I cannot hear
Mirrors can’t be seen
The windows are hidden
And those who you wish cared, did not
And those who are blind, remain blind
And you know the only thing you’ve got
Is the one person who is in your world
Yourself
Myself
Me
And you know it’s not a dream
You aren’t even testing yourself
Images of the past come and go
And all you can do is smile
Because you know you are in medical history
But more importantly
You know it will be sunny the next day,
McDonalds French fries taste great,
movies rewind,
and someone is waiting for your return with a smile I’ll never forget
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.14.23:55:02 @ 296 NYC
00.02.16.01:45:13 @ 296 NYC
I’m Broken (Version #2)
Broken
Crushed
Left alone in the morning hour
In the old wet rain
No embrace
Or soft touch
Alone with a bad taste in my mouth
As I shake my head and squint
Broken
Defeated
Empty without a heart
No longer full of desire, more ache
Captivated by her smile
Her wonderful kindness
And beautiful brown eyes
I’ll never share
Broken
Stranded
I have a full bed to myself now
Nothing close, nothing to care for
Remembering her scent
Getting wrapped up in it all
All I can do is twist and turn
And rub the lasting one on
Broken
Lost
Not knowing what to do
I should run, escape
Close up shop
Pour my tears
And lock the doors
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.12.10:16:00@AVA
Destruction of Innocence
Dive into the mere nothingness of vast blackness
dead sky
and lonely chambers
that I once knew
I can buy you a music personality
make you a hand puppet
and give you my puppy dog eyes
under my skin
I’m just a scratched hunter
insecure of pleasure
underdeveloped in the area of redness
and silent in timely hopes
Let me breathe
and push me away
I’ll find you under trap doors
and beneath the sea
Become forbidden with me
tear yourself away
Become silent with me
and lay under the stars
Let me in
and you’ll be my magnet
I’ll find you under the rubble
and beneath the flame
Become bitten with me
surrender to your surroundings
Become bonded with me
and smile with my smirk
I claim the moon to be yours
it’s my gift to you
the stars are for you
all this for you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.01.16:45:11 @ NYC
00.02.08.22:15:15 @ Brooklyn
00.02.09.01:53:50 @ 296 NYC
00.02.09.12:35:41 @ 1515 NYC
For You (Version #2)
I did it because I loved you
I did it because I cared for you
Because I held your hand
Because I fed you
And nursed you
I did it because I didn’t want you to be in pain
And because I didn’t want to witness
I did it because you asked
Because you knew it was coming
I did it because you phoned me earlier
And told me how you felt
I did it because there was no one else
Because of the look in your eyes
I did it for you
And only for you
I pulled your plug
And now you are dead
And I live alone
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.08.14:28:39 @ 1515 nyc
Love (Version #06)
Love is something invented
To make everyone feel guilty
Trespass or cheat
Love is something everyone wishes for
To make all self-conscious
Die or live for
Love is something that only exists
Among yourself if you accept
Those who love you back
Love is something imaginary
Making us all to appear to exist
Or breathe with the ease of knowing
Love is something extraordinary
Created by individuals who share
Because they want to be cared for
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.08.14:15:32 @ 1515 nyc
Red Stadium Light
Red stadium light
Penetrated you and I
She was silhouetted
All I can see was bright light
Tingle through my veins
Blood boiling
Warmth from the blast
She was dancing high above
Standing on the chairs
Facing forward towards the light
Grooving, Powerful, Feeling
Falling from airplanes
Catching yourself in the net of love
Reaching, Holding her
My hand on her waist
From behind
Red stadium light
It ignited us
Made my flames burn
Made my tears think
Made my feet tumble from underneath me
Red stadium light
Rained down upon me
Blue sky overnight
Warm air breathed in
She danced in front of me
Like fire in the wind
Like sails in the sea
Like dandelions in the field
Red stadium light
It bounced all around us
My head down in shame
Leaving with nothing
I saw the insides
I explored
I had my twist
I had my time
Now all I can do is walk away
Walk out
Before it’s too late
Before you go
Before the red light goes down
Before the sky turns to dawn
Now all I can do is walk towards you
Walk in
After you have given
After you came
After the red light goes down
After the stars go to sleep
But before I go
Or after I go
Know this
The red light is always on
The stadium lights are always on
Until a box is let loose
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.08.13:09:33 @ 1515 NYC
I’m Broken
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
I’m in the negative dust now
Surrounded by cold darkness
In the ache of a larger heart
I can’t save myself
Can’t perform
Can’t climb out
Or dig out of the grave
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
This is just a dream
A big wet dotted grid
A battle of redness
I’m swollen now
Cracked
Hit
Smacked
I’m on the railroad
I’m hitchhiking across the U.S.A.
I’m nobody
I’m nothing
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
My eyes blink
My arms move
My knees give in
And lose my balance and fall
Should I stay or go?
Maybe I’ll just become a fool
Time after time
Hurt
Outreached hand
Bloody palm
From aching heart
And tears of hope
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
I’m limp
I’m numb
I’m crying alone
I’m dirt
I’m disgusted
I’m wasted
I’m drunk
I’m a doormat
I’m shattered
I’m smoking now
I’m a disease
I’m a singer of tears
I’m walking in circles
I’m a circular saw blade
I’m burnt into ashes
Thinking hurting
Challenged
Given up
Controlled
Poured
Should have remained silent
I’m broken
I’m defeated
I’m lost
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.06.10:20:15@296
00.02.07.17:28:41@1515
00.02.08.11:37:07@1515
Oma and Opa (Version #3)
I stopped everything
To go watch my grandmother die
I took the A train uptown to 207th St
And walked up the street where the black squirrels ran
Three children were sledding down the snow covered hill
In laundry baskets, sleds, and cookie sheets
How could someone be so depressed and sad
When children play just outside?
I found my grandmother laying in the chair
Still and motionless
Not knowing I was there
I bent down
And held her hand
It was cold and veiny, filled with spots from the liver
She awoke to my warm touch and smile
Her grey hair had not been washed in days
Her whiskers on her cheek unclipped
Her leg swollen from where the cancer was carved away
Her depression making her hunch-back and stiff
Her wrinkles competing with her fragile structure
Her blue eyes still as powerful as my own
Her tears salty to the glance
Her heart still beating from the love
I delivered my words
As much as I could
Of hope and strength
Awards and certificates line the walls
Old portraits and photographs too
My artwork from when I was little
And articles about my grandfather’s favorite Democrats
The door knobs still have crystal on them
The door frames still arched
The couch still covered in plastic
The candy dish still on the round coffee table
My grandparents wearing their old clothes
From so many years ago
I don’t even know what is hip
In or out
The bed was unmade
Easier access perhaps
The dishes were clean
There was an overabundance of food from Meals-On-Wheels
She can no longer walk
Or go to the toilet alone
No more cookies for me
No more smiles on her face
She can no longer breathe sunny air
Afraid to go to doctors
Taking numerous pills a day, an hour
She sits and cries
All she can say
Is that God is punishing her
And never forget about her Five sisters and Mother
Murdered by the Nazis
As she escaped
And ran away
From Lithuania
As the sun came down today
They will not let me take the subway home
We order a car service
Arriving on time
They pack me full of different goodies
Fruit and Milk mainly
They have so much they cannot finish
Instead of rotting, they send it with me
Sometimes, as I see those pears rot in their kitchen
I make direct associations, and see them
Oma still lives
But,
What do I do now?
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.05.03:00:00 @ 83PTW NYC
00.02.05.22:56:05 @ 296E NYC
Snowfall
It’s 1am
And I’m wandering these old streets
of lower Manhattan
The gentle snow is cascading down
Each flake is reflected
in the yellow light of the lamppost
I walk on the snow covered
cobble stone roads
I see the whiteness forever
settling on the red brick buildings
bordering these street labyrinths
It’s cold in the air
I can see my breath
But all around
I feel warm
The snow falls on my hair
Covers my jacket
And lays upon my soft lips
Everywhere I look
Snow falls in patterns of joy
In a hurry to fall and land
They land on window sills
And on parked cars
Even on dogs walking by
They land on my feet
And on my ears
Even on the space between my upper lip and nose
I see all this beautiful snow
It blankets the city down
And I smile
How could I not think of you
When I see such beauty in this world?
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.04.04:47:43@296NYC
If You Let Me In
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
I remain silent
Wishing
Not knowing
My guard falls down
I’ve been strong for years
Solid with concrete walls
Huge doors and locks
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
I circle your navel with my tongue
Wondering
Not feeling
My eyes look up at the darkness
It’s all I can do
Until you let the warmth come out
And I can hold you tightly
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
I engulf your body and mind at times
Drowning
Not experiencing
My heart beats
I know I’ve been evil
But my truth keeps me alive
And your beauty makes me want to be alive
Your lips
Penetrated my armor suit
What am I to do?
If you let me in
If you let me in
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.03.03:43:50@296NYC
dhubpup (Poopsie the Rooster & Fluffernutter)
Poopsie Whoopsie Woopsie Doo!
I fell on my bottom
Oh boy oh booty do!
Rooster Goose I once knew a Moose
A mouse in a house of course
Cutsie Poototsie Plus
Whacky Wacky Wacked-A-Roo
Whimped Wump Woo
Barefooten frook-a-doo!
Guess What?
Chicken Butt!
Shut my mut til my smut gut lut
Shrink brink dink sink mink
link a kink a rink a fool!
Banana Peanut Butter
Fluffernutter shutter
OOOOooooooooooooo
April Fresh
Don’t want to make a mess
How about less stress better be ness!
Big boss moss
Lost a sea a man at frost
She shore sunny day
Maybe today maybe tomorrow
Hay day, Hey La La!
Whacky Whacked Whack-a-Roo
Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!
Jack Smack Pack my Rat
Jack Rack Duck my chin
Dine Mine Rhine o Rhyme!
Deep Deeper Deepest Dope
Poopsie Whoopsie Woopsie Doo!
I fell on my bottom
Oh boy oh booty do!
Now what do I do??
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.27.03:57:17@296NYC
00.02.03.03.20:12@296NYC
Instruct The User
a. instruct the user how to properly use the usage
b. use the used instructions while using
c. instruct the using to use the usage
d. use the usage while applying pressure
e. instruct the proper amount of applied pressure while being used by the user
f. instruct the specifications of each individual user to their applied usage
g. use the used while being used only if its applied properly
h. instruct each use to be used in a manner other than pure usage
i. instruct the user how to properly manage each use when used
j. use the users instructions to properly learn the specific usages
k. instruct each user to use the usage within the limits of being used
l. use the users use
m. use the use of the users used
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.29.01:45:00@14ST7THAVENYC
00.01.29.13:19:00@296NYC
Misery
I hope I get sick again
To get me out of my misery
It’s a bad plea
But it will be a success for both of us
I’ll wake up in the new
Different features
Different water fountains
You’ll forget about me
As I remain silent for days and weeks
Even months
You’ll move on
Go forward
Forget about the past
I’ll be ill
But I won’t be in pain
Never the pain that I experience
When alive with the ache
I hope I get sick again
So, I can count the tiles
And watch the Jags roll in
And eat hospital food
I hope I get sick again
To be punished for sins of not knowing
To live it up once again
And dream the wildest dreams
I hope I get sick again
It brings the distant closer
Near death
And it will make me soft
Hiding and never coming out
You can see me
But you’ll never see through me
And you’ll never see me
But in my mind
I’ll have a lasting memory
Of what could have been
If I wasn’t in misery
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.29.03:45:00@14ST7THAVENYC
00.01.29.13:11:00@296NYC
Sexually Explicit Uncomfortable-ality
I thrust my cock deep inside of her pussy.
She sucked my cock.
Deep throat.
I fucked her hard.
I ate her out.
I finger-fucked her.
I penetrated her young innocence
I cummed on her face.
She fucked me hard.
She licked my cock.
I tit-fucked her.
I sucked her.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.28.02:00:00 @ New York City
Bagpiper
Blow me into the heaven I belong
Make me feel the pain that I have caused
Demonstrate the suffering I only dreamed of
Become the death beat in my pulse
Remind me of my father’s love
Listen to my buffalo thoughts roam
Tear open my skin and reveal my truths
Prevent me from eating the disease
Make me shiver in the coldness of tonight
Deliver your message with more conditions and rules
Show me the reflection of the past and image of the future
Become the agony from which I cry from
Get lost with my soul and make me beg for life
Reach for the sockets that hold my art sight
Make me wash my clothes continuously and never remain with the blood
Become my fallen teeth nightmare and crack me
Settle the upwards issue
Blow to my brains that will be televised
Let the hollow hole bring light to the earth from which a flower does not grow
Restore my history with your learned beauty
Stare at my darkness and hidden causes
Make me think about swallowing and never do
Feed me to the pit and make me never decompose
Cut loose the ties which bound me to my beliefs
Make a run for the silent hills
Make me shackled and naked and false
Make me love until I ache in fetal pain
And forget about me as I become my gorgeous depersonalized self
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.12.23:16:36 @ 296 NYC
00.01.19.01:07:16 @ 296 NYC
00.01.27.04:19:03 @ 296 NYC
I’m Getting Married
Who here wants to meet me in
Las Vegas
For a weekend
For the sole purpose
To get married in a drive-thru wedding chapel
In the name of art
Then burn the papers
And be ourselves again
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.25.15:35:38 @ 1515nyc