Knife In The Heart
I can’t explain
I can’t comment
It’s like a knife in the heart
Through and through
Bleeding pale
I can’t love
I can’t desire
It’s like a knife in the heart
Penetrating directly through
Bloody mess
I can’t share
I can’t experience
It’s like a knife in the heart
Sharp cut right through
Beating stopped
I can’t feel
I can’t see
It’s like a knife in the heart
Tourniquet applied
Saddened and barely alive
I can’t focus
I can’t grow
It’s like a knife in the heart
Severed completely
Dropped to the floor
I can’t get lost in your eyes
I can’t get high on your scent
It’s like a knife in the heart
Shattered to billions of pieces
Scattered in the sea
I can’t approach
I can’t talk
It’s like a knife in the heart
Failing to rejuvenate
Falling apart
I can’t hold your hand
I can’t open up
It’s like a knife in the heart
My beat is dead
Around the world it’s shadow hides
I can’t fall in love
I can’t get involved
It’s like a knife in the heart
My heart is closed
Forever it will stay sealed
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.03.24:56:01@296NYC
Over
She rolled over in bed,
her knee was brushing up against my lower back.
Our bodies were half under the down covers,
and half outside of the sheets.
We both felt that cool winter draft across our skin,
silently creeping to the spring air.
She rolled over quietly,
embracing my body with her arms.
Her soft touches soothing my inner pains
and outer pleasures.
In a moment of time things were perfect,
until she rolled once more, from back to forth.
She whispered in my ear,
and she left without a trace.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.02.10:08:38@296NYC
She Said This and She Said That
She said this
and she didn’t say that.
She said that
and she didn’t say this.
She said that and this and this and that.
But she didn’t say this or that.
She said that.
She said this.
But she didn’t say this and that, only that and this.
She said this
and she said that.
She said that and this,
and this and that.
She didn’t say that or that.
She did say this and this.
She didn’t say this and that and that and this.
She said this and that.
and this and this and that and that.
She didn’t say this.
and she didn’t say that.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.02.01:43:05@296NYC
Bread
I have to get the bread.
I have to get the bread to make the sandwiches.
How can I make any sandwiches if I don’t have any bread?
I must go get the bread.
I’ll go down town and get the bread.
I need it to make sandwiches.
How can I make sandwiches without bread?
I’ll take the subway down town to the bread shop.
I’ll get some bread for sandwiches.
I can make sandwiches with bread.
I have to get the bread.
I have to get the bread to make the sandwiches.
How can I make any sandwiches if I don’t have any bread?
I must go get the bread.
I’ll go get the bread.
I have to make sandwiches.
I can’t make any sandwiches without bread.
I can make sandwiches with bread.
I’ll go down town and get some bread.
I have to get some bread for sandwiches.
I have to get the bread.
I have to get the bread to make the sandwiches.
How can I make any sandwiches if I don’t have any bread?
I must go get the bread.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.30.18:24:05@296NYC
Broken Heart
My heart is broken.
Crumpled.
Cracked.
Cramped.
My heart is broken.
Smashed.
Shattered.
Scattered.
My heart is broken.
Lost.
Aged.
Dead.
My heart is broken.
Boiled.
Hardened.
Torn.
My heart is broken.
Stepped on.
Punched out.
Beaten up.
My heart is broken.
Silenced.
Muffled.
Restrained.
My heart is broken,
and it hasn’t even been opened yet.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.29.13:44:33@296NYC
Rocket Spine
It’s like a rocket through the spine.
It burns up your entire back.
Striking immediately.
Lightning fast.
You weren’t even aware.
You were just sleeping.
You were only waiting or looking or searching.
Then, BANG!
It’s like a rocket through the spine.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.27.03:37:38@296NYC
Where?
Where is my love?
I have so many friends.
So many people love me.
Where is my love?
It hurts.
Daily. I’ve written it before.
I’ve said it before.
I can’t take this pain, anymore.
I don’t know what I’ll do.
I don’t know what I’ll say.
It hurts so much.
I’ve never been in love.
I’ve only ached.
Every second of the day.
Every calendar year.
Every moment.
Where is my love?
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.22.04:01:39@296NYC
Sleeping Mysteries
Slept with my teeth under my pillow
Slept with my wishbone under my pillow
Slept with my gun under my pillow
Today is Saturday.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.22.03:48:51@296NYC
Freedom States
Freedom States:
1) Be who you are
2) Become who you wish to become from within
3) Kiss Boys and Kiss Girls
4) Dance to music you hear in your mind
5) Eat at Hospital Cafeterias
6) Dive off of cloud number nine, number nine
7) Count the tiles on the wall and request apple juice
8) Pretend you are sleeping
9) Don’t wake up
10) See state number eleven as absolute freedom
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.22:29:39@296NYC
Another Time, Another Place
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
If we had met,
in a different world
at a different time.
If we had met,
earlier or later,
under different conditions,
who knows?
If the others would have been as noble as I was,
If the others would have returned and honored as I would,
If the others would have shared with you instead of being selfish,
If the others would have embraced you instead of discard you.
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
Perhaps she will call again,
perhaps not.
Perhaps she will write me,
Perhaps not.
Another Time, Another Place,
She’s not here by my side,
no kissing
no conversation
no cuddling
no dinner
no dancing
no smiles
Another Time, Another Place,
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.20:46:45@296NYC
The Dirty Man
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty thoughts,
in his dirty jeans.
He had a dirty smile
and a dirty mind.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming fellow down South,
not an erect pole up North.
A smart fellow who never went down,
not even for a straight upside-down frown.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
He played in the tub,
and he double-dosed the twos.
He played in the sand box,
and he ate out the hot fox.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty sheets,
and dirty knees.
Dirty tongue,
and dirty hands.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming tropical lad at last,
not a white ghost from the past.
A smart lad who never got laid,
not even from a pretend to be maid.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.09.24:39:00@3302MIAMI
Secret Love
I myself have not experienced
Love
I myself have witnessed
Love
I have seen it in my friends and family
I have seen it in my grandparents aged 89 and 92
When I see that glare
that gaze
that wonderful happiness
that joy
When I see that abundance
of incredible love
of utopia love
of magnificent love
When I see it in my friend’s eyes
When I see it in Pablo’s eyes
It only makes me admire him
Admire you
Admire you both
What you have, and what you can progress upon.
Love,
Cherish it, hold it near, be patient, be loving.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.05.01:12:04@296NYC
Wheat Field with Crows
I opened my heart,
to the greatest expanse of lovers.
I let out the secrets,
to the crows flying in the sky.
I held them sacred forever,
until this day that I die.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.01.04:22:49@296NYC
New Year’s Eve 2003 / New Year’s Day 2004
Note
Sorry I had to go.
Sorry I couldn’t live in consistent pain.
Sorry I had trouble dealing with the way we lived our lives.
Sorry that it was hard to grasp the life.
I’m sorry I was unable to reach my full potential at the young age I was.
I’m sorry I was unable to illustrate or communicate my true feelings.
I’m sorry for the debt I left you in.
I’m sorry for the pain I have left you in.
Please know that I had to do this,
I had to do this for me.
Many times, throughout my life I do many things for others,
Now it was time to do something for me.
It felt right. It felt like an answer. A completion. My choice.
I’m sorry for the evidence of no reasons.
I’m sorry that it will never be the same.
I’m sorry for a vacant spot that will be at the dinner table.
Sorry that I was unable to end the famine.
Sorry that I was unable to end the wars.
Sorry that I was unable to declare world peace.
Sorry that I was unable to grow old with you.
I’m sorry I had to go.
I’m sorry I had to leave this way.
I hope you’ll still love me.
As I will love you forever.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.12.16.20:28:05@296NYC
Not That I’m The Devil
I’ll lock the door behind us,
and come up close in back of you.
I’ll whisper in your ear
and stretch my split tongue beyond.
I’ll start a scorching inferno that burns
and kill myself for the love in my arms.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.12.16.01:33:51@296NYC
Tension
All this pulling
and all this pushing.
I don’t know where to run,
and I don’t know where to hide.
I’m thinking I’ll just take a bow out,
a lasting farewell,
a lasting dance.
All this pulling,
and all this pushing.
It drives me mad,
insanity with a return point unheard.
I don’t know where I’ll go
or what I’ll do.
In the end,
I’ll wave a good-bye,
as you say your last wishes.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.12.12.11:19:17@296NYC
Dan Graham’s Superman
“I am Superman.”
“I am Superman.”
“I am Superman.”
said Dan Graham.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.30.01:22:24@3302MiamiBeach