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
From The Woods
Wearing white
A gown covered in bells
Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds
A horse gallops in the far distance
Trumpet players chime their sounds
As the attendees pour in
Honey drips down the trees
A bee buzzes by
Humming birds fly
Growling roars are heard from mountain tops
A choir heard for miles
Listening to your every footstep
These states are borderless
Containing nothing but compassion
It is I who waits
The aisle run is over
Your cuffs are off
Free you are
My warm arms open
She came to me draped
From the woods she walked.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC
Love?
I search for the loyal and reliable person,
with love of intimate and strong character.
I want whom - that fair, understanding and reliable.
Who - the one who will divide all pleasures of our general lives,
but also, and will be ready to support me during the difficult moments;
the person, who longs for serious and long-term attitudes
who will estimate them;
the person who doesn’t is imagined real attitudes
between the person and the woman without fidelity,
trust and respect with attitudes to each other.
There where I live was not found such person and
consequently, have decided to correspond through the Internet.
Only here I can open and write that really I think.
If you have become interested in me write to me on e-mail
preletsnaiakoroleva@yahoo.com. I shall look forward to hearing.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.09:40:27@205HudsonNYC
Laughter (#2)
And the last sound I hear
Is the echo of your sweet laughter
The laughter that brought so much joy
Tears, pain, and happiness
The laughter that brought me love
That is the last sound I hear
When my eyes never open again
And when I awake no longer
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.23.23:09:42@296NYC
Long Waiting
How long must we wait for this?
How long must we wait for love?
I ask myself
How long until the next stop?
How long until the next season?
I ask myself
Yes, how long can it be?
How long will this wait be?
Empty, Lost
Its not my cup of tea
I ask, just you, just me
Let us be
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.22.09:39:00@205HudsonNYC
Telling Me, Making Choices
Why would you tell
Why would you tell me
Why wouldn’t you go
And why did you say that?
I can see you moving over this water
Swiftly to me across the lake
I can’t look back and I can’t look forward
Nothing resolved, nothing to bake
Why would you?
Cauterize me
Deceive me
But a swindler you are.
Watching the oaks sway in the sky
Watching the blades of the windmills rotate
They all tell me
That I am one of the wise men
A fool
Hearted and not grounded
You’ve left me stuck
I have two choices
Which one should I make?
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.18.13:35:05@205HudsonNYC
Samuel Beckett
I have never told this to anyone,
but I speak the truth
and the truth comes out from under me
out from under the rocks and wet leaves
it’s taken years of abuse and admittance
of waiting in lines and for my hair to fall out
years of using deodorant and years of eating T.V. dinners
but I figured I’d tell the truth now
because better now then never
especially since I’m going blind
and the doctors say I only have nine more months to live
and live I shall,
live I shall
I made love to Samuel Beckett.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.17.21:18:21@296NYC
Dropping Pants
I don’t know
but I was drinking tea
and let go of the cup
and spilled it all
over my lap
Morning sun came up
she rattled my hum
and it took Bangladesh
and over a ton of barking
to make the scent disappear
I couldn’t help but realize
how far deep I was
and inside I was
and surrounded by her walls
they were closing in
Woke up next to her
found yesterday’s lentil
and got my headache back
and ran to pick up the children
from after school
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.16.10:29:24@205HudsonNYC