I Haven’t Given Up

I haven’t lifted the gun

I haven’t lifted the drink

I haven’t lifted the razor

I haven’t lifted the cord

I haven’t lifted the drill

I haven’t lifted the knife

I haven’t lifted the rope

I haven’t lifted the drugs

I haven’t lifted the belt

I haven’t lifted the hammer

I haven’t lifted the fire

I haven’t lifted the blade

I haven’t lifted the can

I haven’t lifted the needle

I haven’t lifted the phone

But I will try to lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

this weight that traps you

holds you down

and bores you...

1: But I will try to lift up this boulder,

2: But I will lift up this boulder,

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.26.22:42:52@296 NYC

Super Alien

Streak stream

Zoom on by

New products

New revolutions

Shreak!!!

Zip Zap Boom BLAM!

Zippity Zoopity Zop Blop Dop!

Ding Dam Boom Bram!

Shring bing bong boof!!!!

Beep deep beep boop!

Bring ring ding ding!!!

Silver flesh

Super Alien

Go away

Go away

Silver fresh

Super Alien

Come back tonight

Tonight...

Make the force

Field shield make a love fest, nest

Fry don’t lie to me slink dink

Wow N round!

Job bee dee!

BLAM BLAM!

shut shut shut shut

Damn! Damn!

BRRRrrrraaaammmm!!!!

BOOM!

chaga chaga chaga DING!

silver fresh

Alien speed

Alien need

Super Alien!!!

Super Alien!!!

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.24.16:43:43 @ 1515 NYC

Music

Dear Music,

If I cut my wrists and yell at you,

with profanity, in a drunken slur,

would you still love me?

If I tear apart the lawn

with my brand new automobile,

would you still love me?

If I sleep with another woman,

with blues eyes, blonde hair and slinky green dress,

would you still love me?

If I burn this evening’s dinner,

and have nothing to eat for the festival,

would you still love me?

If I commit the greatest crime in the world

and never return home,

would you still love me?

If you caught me masturbating

with your younger sister on our bed

would you still love me?

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.22.18:45:00@WSqPark New York City

Blue Moon Daddy

High sky times

No more punk

Just corner planters

And teenage crowds

She made Daddy pay for the cab

And bubblegum

She made Daddy pay for hair bronze

And dance lessons

Four star tribute

And no one in white cares

Twenty-Four heroes

And not mine

She made Daddy pay for the work order

And golden pop

She made Daddy pay for the alcohol

And television show

Limousine won’t pick me up

And black cars ignore me

Irving Plaza wanted sex with me

And I didn’t even dare

She made Daddy pay for the pony ride

And limited edition vinyl

She made Daddy pay for court papers

And thankyous by grace

Candle memorials with signage

Directional turns and onlookers

Leather jackets and photographers

A piece of apple pie

She made Daddy pay for the helmet

And cherry flavor

She made Daddy pay for the holy prayer

And cream

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.18.12:09:16@296NYC

Empty Standard Gasoline

She woke up next me

The smell of gasoline was soaked into her ivory skin

She was soft and her voice was young

My Adam’s apple was split in half and I was speechless

I could feel a warm ooze between my legs

Half way down my shaft and halfway down my back

She smelled of dirt

Of wet sex

And dogs out in the city summer rain

She smelled wasted

Round and forgiven

And like last night’s butter

I couldn’t turn to look at her

But I knew her voice

I knew the texture of her long blonde hair

And the way her eyebrows curved around her eyes

I couldn’t remember what happened the night before

Or the morning after

I couldn’t remember who I made love to

And who I last fucked

The gasoline scent now taking over all my senses

Making my nose burn with pleasure

Making my hands tremble with guilt

Making my toes itch and my fingers frozen

Making my ears deaf and mouth dry

I remember her sitting up

Scratching my back and digging her nails into my skin

Reaching around and pinching my red nipples

Grabbing at my knees and pushing them towards my chest

Making me lay in the fetal position

As she scored and threw me about

The gasoline now mixing with my seed

I don’t know what I’ll do in emptiness

I don’t know what music to listen too

I don’t know what weapon to use

And I don’t know which direction to take

And I don’t know who left the door open

Or whose soiled panties are around my neck -

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.02.49:22:00 @ 296 NYC

01.04.03.19:41:00 @ 296 NYC

01.04.04.12:52:00 @ 296 NYC

Legs

Sitting there

Right across the pathway that these tables create

Innocent or dangerous, I don’t know

Your legs crossed

Hiding or inviting

I don’t know

Sensual, yes

Sexy, yes

Mighty, yes

Why?

Because you walked away

Allowed the family of three to sit down

And consume their evening dinner

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.03.22.18:25:00@LGANYC

Every Morning

I wake up every morning

and I ask myself

is life worth living

or should I kill myself?

I wake up most mornings

I ask myself

Is today’s life worth living?

Or should I kill myself?

I wake up in the morning

And I ask myself

Is life worth living?

Or should I kill myself?

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.03.11.12:00:00@Houston&Mercer NYC

01.03.14.03:21:00@296 NYC

Flamingo

I saw her dancing in the dark

I didn’t know she could also see me

See my hood down to my shoulders

See my hands covering up my heart

I saw her swaying her arms in the shadows

I didn’t know she never did this dance

She looked at my feet and noticed I was shoeless

She looked at my face and noticed I was hairless

I saw her igniting her imagination

I didn’t know that it was my reality

Moving forward towards me she touched my shoulders

Moving forward towards me she touched my soul

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.03.09.01:37:00@Earth

Love (Version #10)

You shaved my eyebrows

And you shaved the hair under my arms

You put a razor to my chin and shaved my stubble off

Not a hair grows on my face or behind my ears

You shaved the dirty blonde hair on top of my head

And down the back of my neck so it’s now smooth

You shaved the hair that surrounds my nipples

And the hair on my chest down to my navel

You shaved the hair that leads from my navel

Down between my legs in between my thighs

You shaved the hair on my testicles and around my penis

Around the shaft and around the sack

You shaved all my hair on both of my legs

From bony ankles to hairy thighs

You shaved the hair on my back and on my buttocks

And the hair above my upper lip

You shaved me completely

And now I am smooth, hairless, free,

And that is why I love you.

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.27.16:07:00@1515NYC

01.02.28.14:23:00@1515NYC

01.03.02.12:29:00@296NYC

Death

His smile was no longer, just a frown, but why not a glorious smile? He had a mask of clean make-up on. It covered his cold thin body from head to toe. His grey hair perfectly combed like the work of insects with three days remaining to live. His bony structure punctured the newly starched white shirt and purchased black suit by an Italian designer. His frail dead hands held a rosary made of wood. The fresh colorful flowers filled the air capturing the scent of death. Such a large variety of flowers they did not even have time to burn their names into my memory. The large cranberry-red candle near the head of the coffin burned away spirits or rotting flesh. His veins pumped with stimulants of formaldehyde. To make him last longer, or at least until his burial the next morning.

The busy wall-paper pattern must be a great distraction. Makes everyone forget why the Priest is there and that a dead body is just at the front of the room. Makes people forget about the bouncing child on the imported sofa. I can see a cheap tissue box next to every finely upholstered chair in the room. But I do not see any trash can in sight.

The women with mustaches and the men with overweight problems, all these family and friends who I have not seen in years nor do I care to see; they all have problems with invading my personal space. I keep moving away but I bump into the fresh flowers. I can’t move further; I might bump the wooden box of thousands of dollars.

Amongst the laughter here are a few odd things I heard at the viewing:

“He’s gay!”

“Malcom X”

“Tennis”

“Penis”

and

“I felt threatened by your mother”

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.20.03:24:10 @ 296 NYC

Animal

I am. I’ll eat the living, the healthy, and the rich.

Even little children, the poor and the starving.

I eat through walls and through cities and the ground

I eat the smell of death and smell of courage

I eat the mothers and the little babies that make them want to live

Even the smallest bug and largest mammal

I eat it all

Because I am an animal!

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.14.10:41:33 @ 1515 NYC

Love (Version #09)

The bed is cold

The sheets still have your scent

I’ve been hunting under the covers

Searching for you

I’ve been eating cake for days

The sprinkles add the final touch

Perfect and yummy

Delicious to my taste buds

The air is cold

But the heart is warm

My blue eyes are opening

Ive never let someone in so far

Cupid must have pricked my tushie

Must have flown on by

Because now all I see is pinks and reds

On this day

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.14.01:19:12 @ 1515 NYC

Valentine’s Day : (BAM!)

Licking Beef

Your curves

Your sensual lust

Thrust of a tongue

Oh, dear,

Beef, no more

I went to the drugstore

Picked up dinner on the way

Stopped at Exxon

And forgot the children at school

Sorry, I forgot

You were Kosher

And I, just blind

Your father is missing his index tip

Lost it at the machine shop years ago

Autumn leaves make our bed spread

Shaking hands of wet tears

In and out

Film outings

And burning sensations

Clean, crisp salad, packaged tightly

Every night I wake for coffee

Past the toast

And we’ll be friends

Past the beef

And I’ll be wed

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.08.14:14:10 @ 1515 NYC

The delivery type has not been selected

Yes it has.

I know I did.

Yes I did.

Oh gosh

Oh jolly gosh

Every little thing is gonna be all right

Japanese

Miami

Chicago

And back home

Could it be

Blue eyes

Mickey!

Oooooo

Sweet stinker!

Shoot

Darn it!

I missed out

I missed it

I’ll get in

Never doubt

Sugar

Shuga

Cube in the tube

Lube up

I’m going in

Coming out

I selected

It ain’t judgement day

Election or discriminate

I’ll be ready to terminate

Flick the switch

Powerful

Baby.

Oh well

I’ll see you later

Alligator

I’m walking

To the beat

The beat drum

I’m sexy

On the cat walk

Cat walk

Here we go

Round town

Driving around

Follow up

Milk shake

Thousand pounds

No more frowns

I’m smiling, smiling now

Can’t you see

My head just burst

I’ve got a bubble on my mind

Bubble on my mind...

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.01.11.01:01:01 @ 296 NYC

repetition

david hockney i mean, i mean

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.01.02.19:31:34@296NYC

01

It’s Near Years Day

Come see the lights

Come see the people dressed in black

And see her legs spread wide open

It’s New Years Day

Thousands of years after Christ died

For my sins?

And look at my bloody hands

It’s New Years Day

I’m outta cash

No salt tears to pour with

No thoughts remain

It’s New Years Day

I’m out of it

I’m searchless

Think of a little hope

It’s New Years Day

Shouldn’t be too long now

I’ve got the gauge

I’m ready set go

It’s New Years Day

Dark clouds overhead now

I saw a puppy just the other day

Little life left in a little life present

It’s New Years Day

Don’t be good

Around the corner shot gun

I’ll be back from seven eleven

It’s New Years Day

Don’t shed a tear

It’s going to be thunder

It’s going to be real

It’s Near Years Day

The children are dead

No one to play with

Sugar in my head

It’s Near Years Day

The playground is empty

My hands are solid and numb

My feet are stained with your purity

It’s New Years Day

Put on my dress wear

I’ll hide in a shadow

And see you next year

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.01.01.01:01:01 @ 2594DVA