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
Departing Love
My hearing is gone
I can no longer listen
Your voice is not heard
The music no longer plays
Softening of footsteps in the distance
The gentle rustle of leaves in a tree
Active children at the playground
The static noise of nothingness
I hear nothing
I’m deaf now
My ears have died
It is my eyes that now listen
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.16.15:11:49@205HudsonNYC
Shit
I’m tired of this shit
Shit on the walls
Shit on the stalls
Shit here, there and everywhere.
I’m tired of your shit
His shit and her shit
My shit and their shit
Political shit, emotional shit, and art shit
I’m tired of painting shit
Sculpting shit, producing shit, pushing shit
Making shit, eating shit, drinking shit
I’m tired of all this shit.
I’m tired of the shit standing
Shit traveling, shit escaping, shit music
Shit reads, shit plays, shit films
Shit mom, shit dad and shit you.
I’m tired of the shit
But mainly the shit on the wall
No more shit on the wall
Tired of the shit
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.13.20:01:23@296NYC
Peter Cetera
I admit it
Right now, I’m listening to the song
“Glory Of Love” by Peter Cetera.
And you know what?
I’m not embarrassed.
Nothing embarrasses me.
I’m proud of the music I listen to.
Each song over the course of my life
has a special moment
and continues to bring back that moment.
Music sparks a certain memory
in the data bank of my brain.
Brings back the history of that time.
I recall the moments exactly.
I enjoy this song.
It has helped form me into the person that I am.
Into the knight I am.
Chivalry still lives.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.11.12:01:57@205HudsonNYC
Who I Am
Once
I was the man
Women dropped to their knees
They banged on my door
Asked for midnight pleasure
I was servicing dozens of women annually
Just once
Is all it took
A trace of hair
The scent of another
And the wind carried me
To the bottom of the ocean, I sank
I wait no more
For you, you know who I am.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.10.15:51:55@205HudsonNYC
Slow Madness
I’m going mad
Telling you lies
Why won’t you love me?
He knocks his head against the door frame once more.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.03.15.13:09:41@205HudsonNYC
Vaginatarian
Everyone knows it
They know the facts
I can’t hide the truth
I’m a Vaginatarian.
It’s an ongoing problem I have.
Like a drug, it’s my fix.
I need it more and more.
I need it now and need it later.
Because I’m a Vaginatarian.
This disease will never be cured.
It’s not a preference, but a must
- a reality.
Like blood in my veins
And oxygen in my lungs.
I need that vagina so much
Because I’m a Vaginatarian.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.03.13.12:03:09@205HudsonNYC
3T26
Took me from mustache city
As the dog did bark
Uplifted her skirt
Was afraid of the dark
Took me where the artists inhabit
As Kiki Kern passes with a skip
Got back to the street
Bent her around, made her strip
Took me from East to West
No more of that long fight
Not even a struggle
My beauty is in sight
Took me back home
After the ugly tucked under
Lesbians crawled out
The Casbah residents always will thunder
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.03.08.12:31:04@20HudsonNYC
Losing Toes For Richard
It was the wind that did it
Afterwards I visited the Saint
He removed three of my toes
I continued on to the Armory
To gather my secret weapons
Later in the evening
I had a meeting with David
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.24.01:24:07@296NYC
Old Man Asian Cat
Had his hat on
Was reading the New York Times
Rocked back and forth
Back and forth
Rattle of the surrounding machine
Down the tracks
He had workman’s pants
From a boiler room
A shade of oil
His beard hid his honesty
Long nails flipped the paper
Back and forth
Black boots stood him tall
As his sitting told his story
His blue eyes scattered the paper
For winnings or stories unfolding
Crystal like yesterday’s ocean
Didn’t catch the date of that paper
As we rocked back and forth
His umbrella was next him
Used it as a cane
Walked around when woken up
Out the door
A rattle, a rattle, a rattle
Left his paper behind
My finger nails get longer
My beard needs a trim
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.16:11:24@205HudsonNYC
A Pigeon Sits
To the left of me
In the abandoned brick window frame
A pigeon sits
Just hours ago
I bent over my porcelain toilet
And vomited yesterday’s meals
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.13.14:06:20@296NYC
Clothing
When you wear my clothes, I love it so much
When you are wearing my blue sweater or grey sweats
My brown shirt or thick socks,
I love it so much
Something so simple
Not often thought about
But makes me in full bliss
Happiness
I love it.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.16:21:42:205HudsonNYC
Sleeping Commercially
She’s organizing
Preparing
And categorizing
She’s Putting things in order
Labeling
And sorting
She’s twisting, she’s turning
Placing and calculating
She’s doing the math
She’s doing the science
Figuring it out
Finding the proportion
She’s got the formula going
She found the quantity
And the cost
She’s classifying
And arranging
She identified
Grouped and determined
She found the need
Completed the task
And she’s specifying
Determining
And sifting
She’s compartmentalizing
Finding solutions
And she’s sleeping
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.16:01:39@205HudsonNYC
Melting Into You
A moment in space
A pause of breath
A halt of time
A hush of sound
You sit next to me
On my black couch
Part of you is in my lap
Part of you clings to my neck
Your head lies upon my chest
Your hands clench mine
Feelings become
Our hearts merge into one
A softening endearment
Disappearing into love’s gift
As you occupy my heart
You melt into me
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.13:17:20@205HudsonNYC
Found Death
I found a man
In a pool of blood
He did reside
Just down from my home
In a pool of blood
I found a man
Dead on the floor
It was dark, it was cold
The man in a pool of blood
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC
Days After
Days after
I slid my fingers in your tight pussy lips
I can still smell the scent of you on my fingers
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.07.12:15:05@296NYC
Swollen Thursday
A romp
You left me swollen
In my eye,
You punched
I’m never dry
I’m sore
Left that taste in your mouth
So sour
I pour
I’m drenched
Tonight - open up the door
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.01.12:46:42@205HudsonNYC
Doctor, Doctor! I’m Drowning In This River
Deeper and deeper, I go, diving in the deep
She phoned the doctor when she saw how far I went
I put her in convulsions, she obtained no sleep
Noticed I was the one in her dreams, I was the one to keep
Couldn’t believe how I sunk down under and in
Just months ago on the street, I did sweep
The surrounding pool, so comfortably warm to my skin
Full moon over in the dark cave sky
Hooked on my passionate smirk, my innocent grin
Took her around the corner, took her out for a spin
Whirlwind, the doctor is on alert
Soon to discover my very own kin
I’m drowning in the gush of a waterfall’s rush
Call the doctor, quickly notify
The neighbors desperately try to make us hush
No more a little decade crush
The way I penetrate the deep blue sea
All I can do is push and pull and make you flush
I’m drowning in this deepness, beyond ocean’s divide
Conquered love’s parallel
I turned this universe on its side
Split the solar system up and wide
Black hole accepting passion’s lustful thrust
Engulfed and swallowed, make me hide
Doctor! Doctor! I plead you how
Come and save me
My back, my hoe, my plow
I take until the grave, an everlasting vow
Let me look, let me listen
Make your magic, make it now
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.06.13:59:20@205HudsonNYC