Burn
I want to light you on fire
You in your suit
White collar
Golden nugget around your finger
I want to burn you
Burn you to death
I want to see the fire come between your teeth
In the cracks see the fire
See the lies light up in reds and yellows and oranges
Burn you
Burn you to death
I want to show you the blue light
The intense heat and take your Italian suit to the morgue
I want your flesh to burn and all at Broadway to watch
Burn burn burn
I want to light you on fire
And throw a happening around your stench
Burn you to the cross
Or burn you to the market stock
Burn you to the television
Or burn you in the Hamptons
I want to see you burn
I want to hear your heated screams
I want to see your flesh melt
And the dollar coins fall from your pockets
Back to my earth
Burn, burn, burn.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.28.16:30:00 @ 1515 NYC
01.08.30.03:13:00 @ 296 NYC
Lush, Bizarre Musings, and Brain Spillage
Damn, you are diligent about transportation safety ... I’ve gotta take some
tips from you ! I just retain this stuff because my mother raised me with
the belief that death was just around the corner in the form of an accident,
a germ, a pervert ... everywhere you looked in my childhood the grim reaper
was flapping his leathery wings. Actually, the hoof-and-mouth drama in
Britain offered bittersweet nostalgia for me and my siblings ... sweet
because it brought back remembrances of Mom warning us that we’d get it if
our lips touched the spout on a water fountain ... bitter because I
discovered her abject lie that humans can’t get it ! First Santa Claus,
then hoof-and-mouth ... where does the deception end ?
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.30.02:34:44 @ 296 NYC
Two Hundred Thirty Eight
Swallow the numbers dialed
Swallow the bird’s chirp
Swallow the phrases the King has said
Swallow the instructions taught
Swallow the reflection of yourself
Swallow the company
Swallow the middle of the road
Swallow the darkness of the night
Swallow the work that has to be done
Swallow the washed sheets
Swallow the man and woman
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.23.02:20:39 @ 296 NYC
Nowhere
...in the middle of the sentence, she got up from the oak table,
and walked out. She in her ravishing red velvet dress that has
been worn out for many years. Threads hung from it until they
dragged along the beer-soaked wooden floor. She dragged her
tapestry of filth with her, like the slutty Vegas whore she was.
Walked right out away from me, passed the yellow hissing lights
and drunk couples who only dream of copulating in pornographic
films. Passed the midget on the bar stool who is smothering his
oversaturated moustache in the cleavage of a buxom blonde bitch.
She walked swiftly in that red old dress, I could hear her
thighs move back and forth, swish, as they rubbed her pubic
hairs together like Velcro...
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.17.12:32:38 @ 1515 NYC
Buh- bye
And with those last words
She paid her dues
She’s gone forever
Turned the corner
Never before here again
“Buh- bye”
“Buh- bye”
She said in her muttered voice
Her hair messed up
Like she just got up
From last night’s pancake house
Flattened
I won’t see her around here no more
Not at the cornerstone
Not at the bar
Not at the leftover room
Or under-stove stool
“Buh- bye”
She said
In her soft-toned voice
Her scratchy vocals
Her song of songs
“Buh- bye”
She said in my ear
Whispered to my insides
Kept from me for years
“Buh- bye”
She said along
Sing along
A children’s song
“Buh- bye”
She said
And she was gone
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.16.16:37:19 @ 1515 NYC
Green Alaska
I adore you, Green Alaska.
Your mountains, your beauty, your forests, your animals.
Your courage, your hidden talent, your devilish intentions, your dance.
I adore you, Green Alaska.
Your intense kindness, your happiness, your sounds, your silence.
Your belief, your children, your eyes, your drive
I adore the green shade of your skin
The coldness of your heart
And the ache that is found within
I adore you, Green Alaska.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.15.22:00:20 @ 296 NYC
I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway (Version #2)
Open
1 - Error on message board [Allison]
Closed
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.10.12:10:00 @ 1515 NYC
I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway
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© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.10.12:09:15 @ 1515 NYC
Vagina Spy
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me come and spy on you
Let me come and spy on your vagina
Don’t like the word vagina?
Too bad, I’m the Vagina Spy!
And I’ve come here to spy on your vagina!
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me come inside
Let me open up and see
I’ve come to spy on you
Because I am the Vagina Spy
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me whisper secrets to you
Let me do a code red
I’m going to spy on you
With my magnify glass
With my props and tools
I am the Vagina Spy
I’m ready to spy on you
Open your lips and let me see
I see you under those sheets
I see your vagina
Because I am the Vagina Spy
I am the Vagina Spy
Let me introduce myself
I’ll spy on your vagina
Up and down
Around and round
Because I am the Vagina Spy
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.02.03:08:48 @ 296 New York City
Avenue
I’ve walked that Avenue before
I’ve been there before
That same roadside
I’ve seen the same faces
I’ve felt the same pain
The moon is still the same
The sun rises every day
But I feel like walking
Walking next to Michael and Kurt
Walking next to Jean Michel and Sid
Walking next to Freddie and David
This Avenue isn’t the same anymore
No more happiness here
No more ghosts to hold onto
No more
This Avenue isn’t true anymore
The color doesn’t shine here
The people don’t gather and talk
The friends don’t phone or gasp
This Avenue is different
I’ve walked this Avenue before
Along empty beaches
Along empty sidewalks
Along American gasoline stations
Along London’s soho
The Avenue is blank
I can’t see it
It’s not even here
The Avenue is dark
No one to help
No one to aid
No one to look up too
No one to feed on
I tried to tell you something
But you wouldn’t listen
You wouldn’t even listen
You refused
You blocked me out
Your “All Ears” weren’t there
You were gone
You were far away
You were beyond the Avenue
The Avenue is gone
It lasted so long
But now it’s a dead end
A dead walk
A walk of death
I’m walking alone
On the Avenue
Maybe you’ll walk next to me
Or maybe I’ll walk alone
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.02.02:44:33 @ 296 NYC
Suicide (Version #2)
Today I thought about killing myself.
Thought about the ways I could.
I could stab myself.
I could shoot myself.
I could go to the shop and run circular saws over my body.
Drill my head.
But If I did all this, my boyfriend won’t be able to fuck me anymore.
I’d be nothing.
Just a dead woman.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.13.01:59:57@296NYC
Water
I’m hoping the water has stopped for some reason.
I had a plumber out today.
Not sure if he fixed it.
My neighbor and I have the same problem.
Only he had stuff stuffed in his storage room.
He got it out just now.
So, we’ll see what happens when we both have it cleaned out.
If any more water comes out.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.11.24:16:28@296NYC
Direct Inspiration from S.C.
Four/IV/4
Four times I told you to stop it
Four times I asked for more
Four times I said sorry, and
Four times I said please
Four times I begged
Four times I said “Shut Up!”
Four times I repeated, and
Four times I cleaned bed
Four times I soaped up
Four times I made coffee
Four times I helped your son, and
Four times I was left alone
Four times I hurt myself
Four times I asked for forgiveness
Four times I went naked, and
Four times I prayed to the Lord
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.09.22:42:58@296NYC
Cirville
You stupid fuck,
I’ll rip out your eye balls
I’ll tear off your testicles
And replace them with your ear lobes
I’ll shove a cattle prod up your ass
and turn you into hot corn beef
I’ll introduce you to Rochelle
Make you in debt for life
I won’t bring back your owner,
but I’ll take your job forever
Maybe even kill your daughter
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.06.01:24:40@296nyc
Hairy Man
You are big and husky
Huge
A man’s man
Hairy man.
Fuckin brilliant.
Tremendous
Overwhelming
Incomprehensible
A wonderful machine
Pressed
Clean & Fuckin dirty
You are a huge giant
Your fingers are bigger than my palm
Your tongue is bigger than my femur
Your hair is scratchy then the velcro on my shoe
You are a beast
A monkey
A fuckin ape
A gigantic tarantula
Your tears make the Great Lakes miniature
Your shit is bigger then all the Buffalo roaming
Your ideas should be printed on currency
You are unspeakable
You are obsession
You get in my fuckin way
You freeze when in the line of duty
You crawl up a woman’s sleeve
You die alone and you’re left with nothing
You’re fuckin huge
A brilliant warrior
Hairy fucker
A tower of thickness
Lust and Bullshit
Obsession
You are broken
A fuckin pane of glass
A fuckin vile of blood
A mason jar of fat
A pool of urine
A photograph of puberty
A leftover dinner
A piece of shit
You are on top
Positioned yourself on top of the highest point
The farthest destination
The lonelist place on earth
The coldest
The most sacred
Dusty, Grey, Smelly, Dirty, Fuckin place in the world
You are a man's man.
And you mean nothing to me
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.03.17:08:00@1515NYC
Little Bird & Big Bear
And the Little Bird said “No, don’t do it!”
But the Big Bear said “I have to do it, the pain is too much, I’m in too much pain.”
The Little Bird continued with “No, don’t. The Owl loves you. All of our friends love you. The Deer, The Squirrel, even the Bat loves you.”
But the Big Bear only insisted, “I must do it; I have to, the pain is too much.”
In a convincing voice, the Little Bird tries desperately to talk to the Big Bear, “But Big Bear, surely there must be another way to rid yourself of such horrible pain? Why not talk to me, talk to your friend the Owl, he is so wise. Talk to your friend the Woodchuck or the Woodpecker. Let us help you solve your pain, won’t you?”
The Big Bear only became furious and argumentative, “I am in so much pain. You cannot perceive the amount of pain I am in. The pain is horrifying, tormenting, and extremely difficult to comprehend!”
But Little Bird, continued with a calm voice, “Big Bear, you must trust me, you must remain calm; we will work together and get you out of this pain.”
Now Big Bear is even more angry, with a ferocious roar, “I will eat you alive Little Bird, I will eat you alive! You just flutter on by with flying wings. Free to go there and free to go here. Your friends can try all they want, even the Elk or the mighty Mountain Lion. I will not budge; I will not change. I have to rid myself of this pain, and I have to do it today!”
Little Bird stunned that his lifetime friend is violently twisting in his position and is so argumentative. He doesn’t know what to do. Little Bird is stunned and surprised. He flies to all the other animals. The Owl, The Squirrel, The Deer, The Bat, The Woodchuck, The Woodpecker, The Elk, and even the Mountain Lion! He flies to them for help. Little Bird gathers all the animals around the Big Bear, in hopes to convince him that his pain will recede. As they gather around, they hear a loud bang. A huge bang! An amazing BANG! The Big Bear drops to his side. To the ground of the forest. The dirty leaves. No longer in pain. The Big Bear is dead, and the hunters take him away.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.03.12:39:00@1515NYC