Fallen Night
Monday morning,
20th of August,
All wake up in a city of dawn,
Sun rises across the shifting.
Tea drinkers realize first,
Doctors second,
Grandmothers rise, they wait for flowers.
He never became the artist he was,
Murdered by his own cause,
Defeated.
I won’t wake him,
Just let him sleep,
He’ll wake once more.
Never mind,
I’ll soak up the floor.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:27:27@296NYC
Unforeseen Circumstance
You entered so unexpectedly.
Your funny bones, laughing gas.
Your two drink minimum, tri-state tour.
I wasn’t prepared.
To hear your voice, catch your singing.
To see your gaze, taste your tears.
To ask you, nibble your lips.
What’s done is done.
She’s not late, neither are you.
She’s pre-occupied, you have the occupation.
She’s not, you aren’t.
Saving one by one has to get done.
Telling your love, you are in love.
Telling the audience, you are in love.
Telling you, you are in love.
Surprised, startled.
Shocked, stepped upon.
Shattered, scattered.
Strung about, strung along.
Strewn, sunken.
Slipped away, sailed forward.
Circumcised, demoralized,
I’m in love now, history now.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.15.18:30:29@599BwayNYC
CX717
Which way? I can’t remember. I forget. I’m lost. I’ve fallen through the floorboard. I’m choked up. I followed the fork in the road. Turned around, went the other way. I became my best friend and my brother became me. I counted tiles, drank apple juice and touched myself in front of open doors. I fell over 100 stories and read one to my niece and nephew. I told lies and I told truths. But I don’t remember why. I don’t remember who and I don’t know what. But that is why I’m here or where am I?
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.13.14:39:47@599BwayNYC
She Loves You
Because you are in love with another woman.
Because your heart belongs to someone else.
Because you are committed.
Because you are head over heels.
That is why, she loves you.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.08.11:20:00@599BwayNYC
I May Have To Stick My Tongue Out In The Rain
Found you in the spring,
Just across the Rhine.
I got down on one knee,
And I proposed to dine.
It takes courage,
I must confess.
Started so young,
My profession is a mess.
Now I like pussy,
And I like cock.
Don’t let this be,
Your system’s shock.
The rain followed me,
Ten paces to Downing Street.
You signed, you hired,
I am complete.
Shattered and compelled,
Slipped it inside.
No one knows and no one owes,
You aren’t even my bride.
Stepped down tomb’s door,
Heard you behind Cape’s heart.
Take your teeth to my back,
Steal my heart, tear me apart.
I filled out the application,
Accept my audition.
I examined her daughter,
Her father is a mortician.
Let the popular die alone,
It’s a square mile I yearn.
Erect the immoral statue,
Deliver me in a wooden urn.
In you I shall confide,
You are my disloyal friend.
Last year’s worms,
They come and transcend.
Monogamous insects advance,
Single notes display affection.
Portray eighth decade’s horror.
I end in a hidden infection.
Last man’s plea,
My divine is the third.
Extract my love for you,
I speak my silent word.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.07.18:03:05@599BwayNYC
Making Love To Weather
I asked her for permission
She denied me once, she denied me twice
Wasn’t until Tuesday
That I laid down on that bed of ice.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.07.16:14:16@599BwayNYC
American Nation
Time for a forward movement,
Create a constant revolution.
End the second’s reign,
And innocent’s persecution!
I cut off my tongue,
If that’s what it takes.
It’s worth one more life,
Corruption like snakes!
I repeat my bedtime chant,
Numb teeth forgotten.
Parks sat in front,
Seale ain’t pickin’ cotton.
Bomb ticking before nine,
Give him peaches without blow.
Let him meet Dr. Joseph-Ignace’s fist,
United we will grow!
I chant, I pray,
Let Tatanka Iyotake come back.
Get my people,
I pledge it’s time for an attack!
Gather your battle arms,
Sound your fury.
Bring down the regime,
The citizens are the jury!
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.26.16:15:39@599BwayNYC
Bring
After night’s ends
Owls and sparrows
Head held up high
Arms constructed of steel and horror
Whispers in your ears
Beads of sweat develop on the back of your neck
Ocean inviting
Marks on the night
Footprints at dark
It was I who brought you home
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.26.12:11:40@599BwayNYC
I Know About The Spot
I know where it is
I know what happens
I know where to touch
and I know how you quiver
I know it well
I know it like a map
I know it like a constellation
and I know it like a completed puzzle
I know about the spot
I know where it’s at
I know when to start
and I know when to finish
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.24.18:21:13@599BwayNYC
Lights
You turned on the lights,
When you got home.
Found me lying in bed,
Undressed and unclothed.
The music was playing,
And the candles were lit.
Motionless I lay,
Waiting to be fed.
You took my pulse,
And felt my disease.
You saw me dead,
You fell to your knees
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.28.17:44:42@299BwayNYC
2003-2007
7
1. In September I’ll be 96
2. My wife died a couple of years ago after 65 years of marriage
3. My son does not talk to his own son and daughter
4. I have not seen my brother and sister in over 20 years.
5. I’m tired and I shit in my pants
6. No one visits me.
7. I can’t remember
I sit at table number 7. And those are the top 7 reasons why I wish to die.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.25.17:52:21@599BwayNYC&KittayHouseBronx
With Love
Autumn Is Gone
Stop feeding me
This sugar solution
Stop at the 12th floor window
My hands are on the door
But you don’t let me freshen up
I watch you pull the sheets over your body
I see you do the Thorazine shuffle
But you —
you are still silent
Because if you were to speak
A loud roar
And you’d wake up from your wet dream
Thinking it was Autumn
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.25.17:47:06@599BwayNYC
This Is Hardcore
In a back and forth motion
Almost a continuous pacing
Stroking repeatedly
It’s a remedy
In a vibrating moment
A counter attack
Slippage of something
Dripping out
So dewy
And succulent
Sinking in
Deeper into the ooze
Preaching thoughts shared in screams
Devoted to the wavering of two
Quivering intensifies
The wave crashes down
Gushes in its place
A treaty with sweat is made
At peace we are laid
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.18.17:36:54@599BroadwayNYC
War Payment
Laid the flowers down on the earth
Daisy after daisy
Made a chain of love
How do I submit payment for the War?
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.12.14:48:21@599BroadwayNYC
I See
It seems so current
Insignificant
I’m a risk
A hazard
Toxic for the heart
Turned away
Rejected
I’m left
Cold, frail, dying the last days
They don’t talk
Communicate
Or even share a smile
They haven’t spoken
I haven’t seen them
She’ll get wed, without him there
My underwear is soiled
I smell
Don’t get near me.
I bruise easily
I sleep constantly
Nazis separated my family
Haven’t seen my brother or sister
And now my great grandchildren
Have lost a grandfather
My son
He is dead, and he doesn’t even know it.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.12.11:27:51@599BroadwayNYC
False Love
Love was false
I shall not shed a tear
It was wrong
I shall not share a weep
Love was not reality
I shall not ever be the same
Love was a mirage
I shall not make mends
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.05.16.12:59:08@205HudsonNYC
Mr. Domino’s Sugar
Move over
Move over Mr. Domino’s Sugar
Get out of the way
You must move
Move over Mr. Domino’s Sugar
Move over
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.05.02.14:29:08@205HudsonNYC
Removing
I breathed heavily
And she went to heaven
I saw blacks and whites
Or, you might even say
Blacks and Crackers
Mingling at the back of the bus
Smoking junk
Hitting up junk
Consuming junk
They performed
Exorcisms and ballets
Carefully calculated choreographies
Like moths traveling around a flame
Like bees bringing pollen back to make honey
Sticky
And sweet
The bear in the book
Brings back memories untold
So, this is my story
And my story is wed
Controlled
Cemented
Catapulted
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.28.09:20:54@296NYC
Sad Heart
I hate my day job.
I love a woman.
I can’t perceive that I will live the rest of my life doing what I do today.
I contemplate regularly killing myself, more often than you could imagine.
I wish I could see my niece and nephew every day.
I wish I had unlimited funds of money.
I wish I was a little taller.
Despite my great girth of my cock, I wish I was a little bit longer.
Sometimes I wish my nose sloped differently.
I wish my gut was smaller.
I don’t understand why there is crap at some galleries and I’m at none.
I wish I was a better poet.
I am darker than anyone can imagine.
Not my sister, not my one
Not a therapist, and not a psychoanalyst.
I’m dangerous. Be aware.
This is not a note of death.
Its truth. Its honesty. And I’m not afraid to admit it.
In the end, it’s just language, words written, a poem perhaps.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.24.14:15:08@205HudsonNYC