Sick
I’m sick
Sick once again
Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to be heard
Don’t look at me, I don’t want to be seen
Wish all you wish
Pray all you want too
I know the light will turn back on
One evening
I don’t taste the tastes
Or comprehend the conversations
I don’t understand televisions
Or smell your perfume
I don’t feel the temperature change
Or feel like myself today
I’m sick
One more time
Don’t come near me, I’m not me
Don’t write me, I’m not able to read
Can’t draw like me today,
My drawings come from my second brain today
It’s not a wet dream today
It’s not happening again to me today
It just happened last night
Three hours, Two Weeks, One Month, Four Months
Been there, done that
It’s just about time
It’s going to happen again
Don’t cry for me
Just understand
A coma is just a little break
And I’m about due
To go deep inside
Fall asleep
Wake up in a few years
I’ll be back
Don’t you worry,
I’ll be back
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.17.12:44:09@1515NYC
September Rain (Version #3)
Wise men told me
Family warned me
Friends ignored me
Lovers scorned me
But on this September day
In the cold wet rain
I’ve learned and witnessed
Something so true
Even for a brief moment in the journey of eternity
That something so powerful
That something so real
Does exist
In this September Rain
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.16.17:55:35@1515NYC
September Rain (Version #2)
Wise men told me
Family warned me
Friends ignored me
Lovers abandoned me
But on this September day
In the cold wet rain
I’ve learned and witnessed
Something so true
Even for a brief moment in the journey of eternity
That something so powerful
That something so real
Does exist
In this September Rain
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.16.17:55:35@1515NYC
September Rain
I didn’t fall asleep until very late
Got up early before sunrise
Didn’t see the light coming in
It was overcast today, cloudy and dark
It’s been raining all day
Listened to the score of the September Rain
Couldn’t believe you remembered my name
Found out your eyes tell stories
And woke up in the fetal position
Nude, outside on the street
Alone, in the cold wet rain.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.16.17:25:25 @ 1515 NYC
Deeper
Inched in
Penetrated your walls
Your barriers
Your strict bloody cavity
Pushed through the membranes
The vessels that provide
Inched in
Had combat with your surroundings
Notified you I was coming in
Entering from atop
Going far inside
Feeling around for your thoughts
Inched in
Deeper
and
Deeper
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.12.16:07:10 @ 1515 nyc
Dear Lionel
I couldn’t imagine doing art without you in my life
Now you are gone forever
You never signed, only loved
Thank you for the inspiration
And the Number One
Wall drawings were erected
Danced to your wonders
My heart is empty
Continuously
And today, I’m without you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.04.11:17:54@1515NYC
Hallelujah (Version #2)
My voice can be heard
Today
It is not just another day
from yesterday
Today,
My voice can be heard
In these mountains.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.03.17:05:13@1515NYC
Rain Fire
Rain Fire
Falling rain
Heaven sent you
I thank the mother
For our land is dry
Fire ruled our land
The evening came and opened up
Swallowed up the land with your rain
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
Rain Fire
The fire is damp
Our great creator has released us
Your burning flesh no longer
Breeze came from mountains between two seas
River flowed beyond the nations
Seeds abandoned
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
Rain Fire
Great white one gone with cat
Silent blackness covered the landscape
Make image in head
Burned flames with words of great eagle feather
Buffalo entering
No more here
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.29.12:19:10@1515NYC
My Name is Jesus
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
My name is Jesus
cause I have a wooden stake
You can cook me tender
and make me real fake
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
I play you over my knee
cause my name is Jesus
and I really gotta pee
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
My name is Jesus
cause I have a wooden stake
You can cook me tender
and make me real fake
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
I play you over my knee
cause my name is Jesus
and I really gotta pee
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.19.12:24:25@296NYC
Goodbye (Version #3)
before we meet
before we eat
before we touch our feet
Goodbye
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.15.16:14:15@1515NYC
Sister, Sister
Sister, Oh, Sister, Sister.
Won’t you pick up the phone anymore?
I’ve called you over and over again?
Called out your name, I needed you to listen..
You shut me out.
In time of my need.
I’m a crying man and you didn’t listen.
You weren’t there for me.
Oh, Sister, Sister.
Singing your gospel
Spreading your love around town.
Oh, Sister, Sister
The storm is over
Pick up the phone,
And call my name at home
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
I’m out of the ward today
No more green glass buildings for me.
No higher mounted American flags for me.
Oh, Sister, Sister.
Let’s gather around the musician at center
Share our love, hold hands, embrace one another with hugs of joy
Let’s sit on this sand and among these peoples
Share our eats and drinks
Oh, Sister, Sister
Listen to me
No need to runaway
I’m here for you,
And when you are here for me,
I am eternally grateful
Because
You are my Sister, Sister,
My gospel lover
My chanting lover
My baby’s mother
Oh, Sister, Sister
Oh, Sister, Sister
Don’t let me shed those tears
Don’t let me travel to the tropics
Don’t let me become what I have most feared
Oh, Sister, Sister,
Won’t you pick up the phone now?
It’s me ringing on the other end.
Please pick up,
Oh, Sister, Sister.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.15.15:44:26@1515NYC
Copenhagen
Copenhagen, how I love you
Copenhagen, how I wish to make sweet love to you
Copenhagen, how your skin is so smooth and soft
Copenhagen, how your lips are so perfectly plump and rose
Copenhagen, how your breasts are so full and formed
Copenhagen, how your ass is so tight and round
Copenhagen, how your eyes are so radiating and powerful
Copenhagen, how I love you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.14.13:14:15@1515NYC
Hungry
Hungry inside
Burns
Burns inside
This vacancy
This void
Empty canister of potions
Fully loaded lotions
Ready to be deployed
One more pull
It might just end
I’m hungry
My eyes say it
My lips speak it
I’m hungry for you
I’m on the prowl
You better watch out
I’ll roar in your backyard
I’ll mark my territory with my scent
I’ll growl beneath your bed sheets
I’m hungry
Tense in the shoulders
I’m bulging
Packing
Heated
I’m hungry
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.13.17:14:14@1515NYC
Fruit Bugs
I hate you
Fruit Bugs
I didn’t ask to purchase you
For $405.00
I didn’t ask for that
You Fuckin Fruit Bugs
I hate you!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC
New Orleans, Definitely, On the 15th
Canadian Goose flew down
Great grasping the blanket down
Awesome she went down
On the 15th, vivid memories
Temples and Churches
Brought you to the cemetery
Visited your next plot
I saw your back door
Pulled out and broke
Under the tree
New Orleans Bible
Found you yesterday
Five Foot Over
Showing your feet to me
An angel landing
I looked up
All I could see
Was you in the sky
Definitely
Stay one more night
Catch the early flight
On the 15th, I’ll be back
No more time
For the dance and rhyme
Dance of the dead
New Orleans Head
Come to me, better off dead.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.08.13:10:40@1515NYC
Velvet Fingers
I part your wet lips with my fingers
Enter your moist mouth
Inserting my fingers
Playing with your tongue
Around and around
Different patterns
Different strokes
My strong fingers
Teasing and pulling at your tongue
The inner walls of your mouth
Feel like velvet to my fingers
You swirl your tongue around them
And your body tenses
I can feel the heat emanate from your mouth
Wetness surrounding
Your muscles grabbing onto my fingers
Pulling me inwards
With every stroke
I make you quiver
And your tongue stands erect
Against my index finger
Stroking the 1 O’clock position of your tongue
Flicking it
Over and over
I see your eyes fade back
They shutter and you begin to smile
Your ankles tense
Your nipples perk
As you know I near with my mouth
To your lips
My devilish tongue
About to take the place of my fingers
On your lips
And the insides of your mouth...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.06.03:09:58@296NYC
Armpit Love
moldy
armpits
are
not
worth
tasting
today
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.05.15:57:55@1515NYC
Amusement Ride
Is this some kind of fuckin amusement ride?
Are we here for fuckin entertainment?
I’ve written about this before,
and I feel like I must write again,
because it bothers me so incredibly much.
Why can’t people walk down the down escalator?
Why do they feel compelled to stand still and ride down the down escalator?
Are they really that fuckin lazy?
Do they really have to block me?
I don’t understand.
Before escalators there were stairs, and they had to walk.
Now they are too fuckin lazy to fuckin walk one flight of stairs?
It’s not a fuckin theme park!
There are no fuckin tropical birds to look at or corn fields to admire.
It’s a fuckin god damn escalator!
Fuckin walk down the fuckin thing!
This is driving me nuts!
Something has to be done about this!
Someone must stop the insanity!
Jesus!
I think I’m going to start pushing people down the escalator
then eventually just rid them from this planet.
Fuckin murder these stupid fuckers who can’t fuckin walk down the fuckin god damn fuckin down escalator!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.02.11:32:49@1515NYC