Rescue
Oh, darling, I hear your voice calling
Oh, darling, I smell your bounding scent on my sheets
Oh, darling, I taste your lips in my horizons
Rescue me from this pain I’m in
Rescue me from this cruel world
Rescue me from this symphony of love
Oh, darling, I see you in the daylight
Oh, darling, I view you in my dreams
Oh, darling, I listen to your beating heart
Rescue me from the poetry at the tip of my tongue
Rescue me from the thoughts I’ve had for years
Rescue me from the love I lack
Oh, darling, I wish you were here
Oh, darling, I can’t get you out of my mind
Oh, darling, I dream of you daily
Rescue me from this horrible sea
Rescue me from this quest I have for you
Rescue me from this struggle I’m in
Oh, darling, I want you in my arms
Oh, darling, I would die every day for your love
Oh, darling, I knew the falling would be hard
Rescue me from this unbearable disease
Rescue me from this unhappy emptiness
Rescue me from this uncontrollable suffering
Rescue me from the need I have
Rescue me from the desire I live
Rescue me from the heart ache
Oh darling, you’re the one,
Oh darling, I’ve waited so long,
Oh darling, come into my arms,
Oh darling, Oh darling,
Rescue me, Rescue me.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.27.03:26:07@296NYC
Subway Sandwich Shop
I am so very happy today.
Today, I was walking back to my studio
and noticed a Subway Sandwich Shop
being constructed just two blocks away
on Mulberry and Houston streets.
I am the Subway Sandwich Shop King.
Today is a very happy day!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.12.16:16:16@PS1.QNS.NYC
I Am Getting Wed
Dear Friends,
I am getting wed. You are all invited to attend.
Best,
David Greg Harth
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.11.01:28:43@296NYC
Macrocephaly
Some desire an introduction.
Some have it secretly in the dark.
Some have it in the light of day.
Some live through me vicariously.
Some never come back and drift into the distance.
Some make music so sweet, that the deaf hear the symphony.
Some whisper to me their most intimate cravings.
Some tell me about lock jaw or other lives spent.
Some share with me about their filling experience.
Some speak a different tongue while in the motion.
Some listen to the cries by the penetrating addict.
Some come back for more and trace the warm skin.
Some leave unashamed but looking for others.
Some crawl to the knees of thirst dripping.
Some devour the hours that have past.
Some have never witnessed.
Some only have seen from afar.
Some dream in the individual's nightmare.
Some are close to my heart.
Some are in my heart.
Some are part of my heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.03.03.03:03:03@296NYC
Let’s Go MTA
Darling,
Let’s go on the MTA
Manhattan bound
Travel uptown and downtown
Let’s wave at the children on the sidewalks
Let’s play in our own minds
Never pressing that yellow tape
That signal for a noise
A stop
Not us
Darling,
Let’s go on the MTA
Manhattan bound
Travel uptown and downtown
Let’s smile as the passengers smile with us
Let’s not get off until the last stop
Never looking away
At the eyes of ourselves
You
And I
Darling,
Let’s go on the MTA
Manhattan bound
Travel uptown and downtown
It’s in my mind
You introduced me
From the jukebox heros
And from Queens and Brooklyn
A stop in The Bronx
It’s time, darling
Let’s get on the bus,
And kiss...
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.22:57:10@296NYC
You Went
You had to go
You told me your decision
You have left me for good,
no longer here, my bed is empty
You just got up and went
and left my heart to ache
and now I am all alone
But I never got to tell you
Those very words you had wished to here,
I love you.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.18:56:38@296NYC
Stop, Dance
Stop,
Now watch me dance.
Dance, Dance, Dance
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.18:03:00@296NYC
Do You Dream The Way I Do?
And I asked you again,
“Do You Dream The Way I Do?”
No response
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.17:52:00@296NYC
Every Night
Every night
I forget to thank you
But tonight, I have not.
Thank you
For loving me.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.19.02:32:47@296NYC
Love (Play)
Love
bird
Love
fellow
Love
you
Love
hate
Love
war
Love
peace
Love
lover
Love
sex
Love
talent
Love
kiss
Love
now
Love
yesterday
Love
no more
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.16.02:14:14@296NYC
VDZER0THREE
You asked me to leave it alone
To let it be
Just let it go
I did
And now we are both left with nothing
No answers
No hopes
No questions
Nothing
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.14.16:23:00@296NYC
Dying Of A Broken Heart
My eyes are failing me.
My eye sight is going.
My ears are failing me.
My hearing is going.
My spine is failing me.
My discs are out of alignment.
My throat is failing me.
My acid is eating at my esophagus.
My heart is failing me.
My doctor said that I am dying of a broken heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.12.24:08:00@296NYC
Sicka Sicka Sista
It’s your Sicka Sicka Sista
Knocking at the door
The blonde brunette
With a salamander crawling up her leg
She’s got the tongue of a serpent
And she won’t let me go
It’s cold outside
The rain is falling down on us
Free rounds all around
On me and my non-stamped non-delivered bills
I’ve been pushed around
Pulled a bit
Haven’t had sex since age seventeen
Now I know that you have given me slow roasted salmon
And I know how much you enjoy the dance you dance
But I must tell you
About the something I have for you
Oh Sicka Sicka Sista
Now, don’t get me wrong
I’ve learned so much from your conversing thoughts
And I’ve learned to understand the theory of it all
But why must you invade me like a fly trap
I’ll never quite figure it out
In the meantime
Dinner at Eight
Set the plates for two
I’ll be dressed in my suit
With my stockings beneath
Or not
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.06.05:12:49 @ 296 NYC
Scattered Love
I have love for you.
It’s scattered all over this hard wood floor.
Pick up the pieces and feel for yourself.
I love you immensely.
There, I said it.
I love you.
What more could you ask for?
I’ve said those three little words.
I’ve opened my heart. As open as it could possibly get.
My love for you is all over.
This earth is covered in my love for you.
Scattered from ocean to ocean.
I love you.
And I’ll say it again.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.01.05:22:02@296NYC
Why
I can’t ask you why you don’t love me.
I can’t ask you for the specific reasons.
I can’t ask you to go away and leave me.
I can’t ask you to understand me.
I can’t ask you to give yourself completely.
I can’t ask you to share with me what you wish not too.
I can’t ask you for forgiveness that I do not deserve.
I can’t ask you to come back to me.
I can’t ask you any of these things.
I can’t ask you why,
For I’m not sure I wish to know the answer.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.01.26.01:27:32@296NYC
Dream (Version #2)
I have a dream,
and you are not a part of it.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.01.23.19:16:00@87thSt&LexingtonNYC
I was wrong
Missed,
the last hour glass
crossing the river
east to west
Penetrated,
your mind in a moment
felt like forever
in just a second
Felt,
your soul intermingles with mine
wrap and intertwine
slither in ocean patterns
Sought,
lovers I haven’t found
or humans in contact
in last night’s dance
Believed,
in so many things
if they were imaginary
but I was wrong,
I bleed.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.01.13.21:10:00@10THST&GREENWICHAVENYC
You Just Know Love
You just know when you are in love
When she smothers you with everything she’s got
And you feel grand every morning...
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.01.03.21:11:46@296NYC
Spit, Blood, Fire (New Year’s Day 03)
Fire did not come
Snow Rabbit did not arrive
Cat ran off
Other cat has been called
We saw a rockstar
Bought chewing gum on Prince Street
Had my smoked chicken
On Mott Street
No gangs here
Just outside
But a beauty of blonde
Writing creatives just under my bills
A toast at home
Shirt removal too
Went to ten and one
Visited the lesbians
Left rather quickly
Brisk walk
Did not go
Lounge around back
For One Twenty Five
Turn round the corner
What do you see?
Tom & Jerry’s and a big T.V.
She thought he was hot
He ate her arm
She hugged he and he and her and her and even me
She felt her ass
We all bought drinks
I asked for a better hug
She gave her pussy to her Three Thousand Dollar Ass
Laughter shared
But no B. here
Fun times round
Minnesota, Wisconsin, run into the ground
The beautiful librarian kissed
Smacked in the nose
The blood dripped down
Fifty Dollar shirt, now blood stained memory
Fire on the corner
Put out the fire
Saved a life
Saved a life
On New Year’s Day
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.01.01.10:27:06@296NYC