In The Rain
Wet shirt stuck to my self
Skin tight
Standing in the middle of the street
Hurting inside
The rain carries my tears
I cut myself
And die in the rain
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.13.11:34:50@130BKLYN
The Reason I Cry
I cry because of my long wait
My amazement
I am witness
I am history
Never in my life
Have I seen such a dedication
A choice
A divide
No wait is too painful
No wait has been so memorable
A small sacrifice
For a worldly change
Warm weather awaits your decision
Your right
Your duty
I cry because
We turned out
We unite
We vote
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.04.11:07:00@PS92BrooklynNYC - Election Day USA
Eight Servings
Yesterday I had so many
My stomach hurt; my stomach ached
I went to the doctor, I went to the witch
I connected and I fell
I established and I stumbled
I created and I demolished
Yesterday I only had one
I took some medication, I took some drugs
My hand contemplated feeling, but never did
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.31.08:54:00@130BklynNYC
So Many Times
Every encounter
With every moment
With every calendar day
With each month
Every second
Hour after hour
With every person
Every lover
Every sexual encounter
With every visit
Every solution
Every consumption
Daily
Minute by minute
Every full moon
Every cycle
Every revolution
Every evolution
Numerous
Every occasion
Every holiday
Every day off
Every time
Suicide
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.30.17:05:30@130BklynNYC
Just Like
I’ve lost you.
Everything you stood for.
I opened up my heart to you.
Completely, my door was open forever.
I was innocent. I was available. I was yours.
Wednesday.
You toppled my everything.
With a divine thrust of misguided trust.
You deceived me, placed a black widow down my throat.
You drenched me in gasoline, you lit me on fire.
I am poisoned from the inside.
You commanded.
My veins and arteries wrapped around you like unearthed roots.
Like a parasite you sucked me dry of anything I had left.
I could not hurt more.
My eyes cannot produce any more tears.
You killed my heart.
You killed my love.
It’s just like suicide.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.16.20:39:36@130BKLYN
Coming Of
I’ve never had a black guy suck my cock.
So, the first time, obviously I was very excited.
I must say, they are right when they say,
“Once you go black, you never go back!”
The black guy was so good.
Maybe it’s because his lips were bigger than
Most white guy’s lips
Or maybe because his cock was so big,
He knew how to handle mine.
I don’t really know.
All I do know, is that -
He was an awesome great cock sucker!
That black guy.
What a cock sucker!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.15.17:13:03@130BKLYN
Heart On Fire
I fall to the earth in a pile of ash
Rivers wash away my unspeakable sins
Bathed in ancestry
Collected by competing skies
Her gown unravels before me
Torn from her knee to her thigh
Thick ivory skin exposed
Liar accused
Functioning on my stimulus
Automatically I respond
Realities forgiven
I secrete, I stimulate
Poison has made us frozen
Steps no longer leave footprints
Tongue twisted in sentences of hunger
Eyes are blind to fidelity
Worn down the flames
Mask my long
Damper my ache
Close my barrier
Opportunity apologizes
Desert becomes memory
She was forged
Shadows no longer speak
Valediction claimed
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.14.12:24:30@130Brooklyn
Wyeth’s
For a moment,
You are my world
Your rose lips meeting mine
Your blues capturing mine
Your scent swallowing me whole
Your hands touching mine
Your hair draped over my shoulder
Your legs crossing mine
No creature can compare
No monarch butterfly, no speckled humming bird
No sunlight or glowing moon
No ocean wave, no afternoon breeze
I see the beauty in your heart
And I must confess
Before statues of angels
Before witnesses of reverence
I am eager to know more
It is my deepest truth
My amorous intent
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.13.15:45:16@130Brooklyn
If I Asked
If I asked you to kill me, would you?
If I asked you to marry me, would you?
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.08.09.21:16:49@130BKLYN
Nothing Keeps
It never remains the same
There is no reason
Everything changes
Seasons, people, objects
Things move, grow, morph
Things are removed, replaced, reconstructed
Skies are grey, blue, orange
Trees are different
Everything is always old
Or new
Bought, sold, borrowed, stolen
Liberty given, taken
Found with pleasure, neglect
You are my metropolis
My industrial animals
My man-made horizon
My falling freedom
Here, oh here
Nothing keeps
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.20.15:36:00@EastRiverNYCQ
Where Is The Beer? The Beer Is On The Shoe.
Wine spills
Guinness follows
She bends
I witness her cleavage
Her smile and pierced chin
Shoes wet
Table chips
Fisherman sits
Walking by
Stumble beneath
Second round
Euros spent
No hires meant
Stocking stuffer
Purple melting
Mind loss
Your host lost
Secret stealth
Twice occupied
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.12.12:47:00@FCORome
Where Is Argentina?
I’m positive
Between your well-worn shoes
Cobble stone streets
Armor guarded chapels
Broken stains
I’m a descendent
Waking up to your
Holy neons and pointing nuns
Priests dub a new track
They close the shutters
She passes by in multiples
Together bare
In every hue and shade
Youthful fountains everywhere
Straddle your motor
Midnight speed
Frozen, I kiss the city
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.10.18:57:00@PantheonRome
Pantheon Drip
Drip, drip, drip
I see your hot pink drip
Pigeon goes,
Pigeon flies
I hear a river flowing
Drip, drip, drip
Blonde bird
Brunette bird
Red bird
Bloom
White man
Helmet man
Suit man
Gone!
Drip, drip, drip
Alone
Drip, drip, drip
Dry
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.09.13:41:00@PantheonRome
Beautiful Suckers
Drying you of everything
Dripping deserts clean
Rivers of stone
Taunting, they lure
Dirty thieves
American Express
Photographic ecstasy
It’s all a scam
A triple lie
Definitive threat
Human degradation
Tactical war game
Missile defense lost
Surface charge
Almost at crest
Beautiful,
I am no sucker
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.07.19:58:00@PiazzaDelRisorgimentoRome
The Berliner Girls
Taken my nationality
Removed my cloak
Declare - I am circumcised!
Buy your shoes
And say -
Goodbye!
Unpack your goods
Stand by a tree
Extra large
U8, you ate!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.07.11:43:00@BerlinMunichFLT#234
What Good Is Light For?
I need the dampness
I need the cream
I need her orange scarf
I need his dream
No flying darkness
No shining light
No wedding bed
No rocky bite
I need the prowling
I need the steak/stake
I need her skin
I need his passing ache
No Greek goddess
No night lullaby
No fee reason
No blood dye
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.07.11:30:00@BerlinMunichFLT#234
Polish Electricity
I was feeling faint
Weak, fragile and unreal
I was about to collapse
Decompose and fall apart
The end came
Before the start
Old age lines
Spread like disease
Chanting languages
Movements understood
September thunderstorms
Bolts break open the sky
Sitting behind desks
Crossing legs
Misplaced elastic
Spell check
Couple of donuts
Four pack hold
Didn’t get named
Watergate laughter
Burned inside
Dozen times
Multiplicity
Electricity!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.05.19:25:00@SchlesischeBerlin
Aley Steak
Dozens of cows lined the street
One by one they are selected for slaughter
Sitting down at the dining table
I have my knife
I have my fork
I cut - I eat your steak.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.05.09:38:00@A8BERLIN10117
At The Albrechtshof
Move in over river Spree
Spread like smooth butter
Memories of paintings glow
Upon steps of heritage
I take you hand in hand
A waltz on a train
I don’t even know your name
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.05.09:35:00@A8BERLIN10117
Mistaken Love
Remembering you draped in shades of red
I stand tall, I stand straight
Down hills, sloped, hard, rocky
I bend, I step, I climb, I fall
You hit me with your rattle
Up again, hit once more
Step after step, I get to the top
And spiral downwards
Helpless, you occupy my heart entirely
Your whispers enchant my dreams
I tumble, I stall, I halt
Crying in the corner
I peer out, I watch the others
They dance around the fire
Touching, reaching high
Stars light the night sky
She closed the door
I realize now what I need
I knock and follow the path once more
Nothing in sight, signs point in directions
My hair turns grey, white
The lure holds me near
I kiss her wet lips
Shattered, I’m awake
Awake
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.01.09:50:35@AleyLebanon_Koury