Nowhere Exodus
Slowly, slight tilt of the head
Slowly, wooden door ajar
Something isn’t right
I’m trying to love you
I’m trying with everything I’ve got
Still, not enough
Slowly, let go of the thread
Slowly, healing my scar
Something isn’t right
I’m trying to listen
I’m trying to hear the words you speak
Still, not heard
Slowly, rising out of bed
Slowly, following the North Star
Something isn’t right
I’m trying to confront
I’m trying with all my ability
Still, never moving
Slowly, beyond the coast I tread
Slowly, waters rise above my head
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.08.08.02:32:53@130BklynNYC
Reluctant Heart
I.
Bellowing deep below the earth’s crust
Carnivores and whores
Of all nations, creed and blood
They form in lines
So far as the fifth eye can see
Lining up, center straight
With teeth that scrape side’s post
They scratch, they etch
Leave their name, leave their mark
Private sales, one week at a time
Entering the common man’s lift
To be hidden in cloaks of emperor’s past
Institution’s possession
Difference only by technique and wealth
Each labeled in a jar on a shelf
II.
Be forth
Forbidden path, road unlike the former trinity
Passage of light now seen by known
On the length of moon’s night
A sparrow’s song silenced
Thorns removed from their keeper’s position
Even thy enemies venerate her
Revealing innocent vulnerability
All mend their exhausted time frames
Exchanged in torridness
Captured at dawn’s rise
Now fertile with unexpected seed
Embark on your odyssey
Take the howling winds ahead
Question nothing but the sea’s roar
III.
Voyage hesitant of momentum
Calming calls abandoned, echoed against walls
Secrets confessed in the widow’s room
Opening to the great abyss
Void now filled with pillars of salt
Stolen and still
Sinking to the bottom, the deep
Voiceless creatures howl
All is quiet, vacant and unheard
Uncertain of compass’ direction
Opposing outcome destined
Confined to one’s vault of desolation
Witness deceased aging with disease
Not a fatal thrust of a stone dagger can please
Enduring a grand death, brought to thy knees
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.08.01.14:15:09@130BklynNYC
Zero
No options, no picks
No choices, no delicacies
Zero to have
Zero to hold
Nothing, never, no, nope negative, zilch, not here, gone now, absent
Why ask?
Delivery
Take In, Take Out, Cook In, Cook Out
Refresh, Reheat, Retake, Return
Balanced, no
Cooked, no
Frozen, no
Nothing, yes
Zero
Zero options
No choices, no picks, no delicacies
Strike, on
No alternatives, no splendid verdict, no decision
No preparation, no quick skills, no mouth watering
Headache, on
Coffee, on
Coffee, piss
Coffee, smell
Zero, on
Zero options
Zero eats
Coffee, on
© 2009 David Greg Harth
2009.07.31.17:42:19@130BklynNYC
išėjęs
Warriors roar
Engage at the line
Attacking opposites
Competing for tyranny
Bludgeoned carcasses thrown
Blood soaked soil enriched
Barren fields left unattended
Common battle is extinct
Wounds heal no more
Pumping chambers vacant constant
With a sword of many
Reflection becomes absent
Known as an unfilled void
Only with scriptures from the land
Return as a heavenly secret from the serpent’s tongue
Gather and mourn the defeated
Conflict has ended
Soldier departed
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.23.11:13:14@130BklynNYC
Elbows In My Knees
These bones
These bones
These over ground fixtures
structures
punctures
out of print junctures
Complicated architecture
Swam that archipelago
My name is Michelangelo
Wife is an archer
Protest marcher
Molesting preacher
Heroic teacher
These bones
These bones
These problem solvers
hand held revolvers
soul survivors
deep sea divers
Spread solvents
Innocent adolescents
Censored advertisements
Identity notarized
America terrorized
Keeping on my eyes
I’ve been dehumanized
These bones
These bones
These left overs
push overs
under covers
community lovers
Liquid dykes
Mathematical hikes
Mystery nights
Silent secret protected
I was the last to be selected
Mirage reflected
With no fault, erected
These bones
These bones
These dark clothes
dirty hoes
friend and foes
eagle’s nest, street crows
Obscene gestures
Earned tenures
Digging caterpillars
Nuclear rockets in the sky
Earth’s shadow – magnify
Innocent claiming “Oh My!”
Standing tall, do or die
These bones
These bones
These mighty bones!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.15.10:42:28@130BklynNYC
$5.86
I purchased four (4) Francis Bacon postcards today
at The Metropolitan Museum of Art
The total of the purchase was $5.86
I gave the cashier $11.01
She said to me “You gave me eleven dollars”
I said “Yes, you’ll see what happens.”
She gave me a five-dollar bill, a dime, and nickel as change.
Why are cashiers stupid?
I’d rather have a five dollar bill, a dime, and a nickel
then four dollar bills, a dime, and 4 pennies.
Again,
Why are cashiers stupid?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.10.10:28:00@1000FifthAveNYC
The Great Fall
Speeds unknown
No passenger stops
Drop off points
Never refueling
Passing torch
Growing up
Burning ideas
Exhausting breath
Forward thinking
Throttle pushed
Helpful hints
War treaties
Kissing ahead
Making secure
Holding tight
Aging fast
No turning back
Rewriting books
No rewinding history
Only falling fast
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.08.05:02:00@DakarFlt203NYC
OneTwentyFive
Harlem streets
Holocaust massacres
Montreal North
Montana West
Fresh cut hair
And fresh cut grass
Hungry for death
And can’t bear to fast
Half of me taken
Snakes beneath a child’s bed
Followed your footsteps to hell
It was you who led
In fields of skeletons
Lovemaking, crafting, and dying
The excavator found me
Exhausted of loneliness, I am trying
Reborn in a cocoon of thought
Beginnings end near
Bypass in two weeks’ time
I have landed, I am here
Beyrouth streets
Deconstructing division walls
Tripoli South
Tokyo East
He calls my name from shadows
I’m ready with black ink
Hailing to him I raise my holy cup
We are one and ready to drink
Called from heaven, called for prayer
Messages left inside love’s shrine
History tells of legends past
Read my scans and puncture my spine
Bring out the audience
Raise the musty blood-red curtain
Announce the deceased famous
Devil birds by the sea are quite certain
Chapters end and sentences depart
Stories passed on for generations
Borders out of control, compass spinning
Painting dictators of all the great nations
New York streets
Living for nine lives more
41.373223, -74.304438
Over and over, beyond the 12th floor
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.06.17.14:32:37@292CPT/NYC1st
Latitude/Longitude
14 Inches Deep
Locked me to the core
Mortared bricks with your name
Garden’s poisonous offering
Climbed up on top of you
For inspiration and fame
In black tie and hunger strike
Rolled down your skin
Got back up, rolled the same
Summer’s heat became an intruder
Transients come and go
Foreign tongues unevenly tame
Slithering down your inside corridors
Descending – ascending traffic
Constructing territories, marking claim
Leaving remnants along your slabs
Gathering of photographic thieves
Meat banquet, witnessing game
Hearing swallowing voices, sitting once more
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.06.09.21:36:02@130BklynNYC
Spectrum
Swiftly moving
In this underground galaxy
Beneath rivers of imports
And solid granite rock
In long metal cans
Conditioned with cold air
Stuffy urine sweat
Or wet dogs of August heat
I travel to and from
Among every color and background
With Puerto Ricans, Koreans and Indians
With Germans, Greeks, and Chinese
With Christians, Muslims and Jews
With punks, preps and beauty queens
Each shade of a person
Next to me
I’m the minority
On these orange seats of paradise
We are all in transit
Dressed in black
Or the monk’s cloth
Short skirts and platforms
Or jeans below the knees
In our suits and ties
And grandmother mothballs
In our Yankee caps
And Cole, Karan and Klein
Reading, jiving and gazing
Writing, listening, and sleeping
We ride at night
And sunrise must
We travel for dollars
Five borough hollers
This is my New York City
My journey, my home
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.01.11:40:00@ManhattanBridgeNYC
09.05.14.22:33:49@130BklynNYC
Last Call
At my dying end
My last minute
My breath exhaling one last time
At this moment
Before earth takes me whole
Before sunlight cast’s my lonely shadow
Before my whispers are memories
It is you I wish to have hovering above me
To shed your tears onto mine
It is your voice I wish to hear
Sing our celebrated song
It is your touch I wish to feel
Hold my hand until I go
At this moment of last departure
Remember my love for you
For nothing else is left
No gigantic hug, no lover’s embrace
No poetic verse, no picture plane
This is my call
My very last one
Hear it now, and hear it loud
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.14.13:32:00@130BklynNYC
Can’t Forever
Cycle past
And cycle do
Measurements made
Notes taken
This is the life
A mighty one
Short one incomplete
Magic between us
It is not tragic
This pull
Between
It is of no other
It is outer space
A space so close
To mine
To yours
So, open your lips
And let me kiss you once more
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.04.17:40:16@130BklynNYC
In The Midnight
No matter how fast I set my pace
No matter how fast I walk ahead
I can’t escape those browns
Those browns that infiltrate me
Those browns that make my life brighter
I try to leave
I try to forget
But who am I kidding?
I can’t, nor have I tried
Because you are mine
And I am yours
We knew it months and months and months and months ago
You were there
I was here
Now you are there
And I am here
But slowly it began
And now it has changed
Still
Yours are brown
Mine are blue
And together
The most beautiful hue
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.04.17:38:00@130BklynNYC
Ambassador of Brothers
Joining two across
an ocean’s expanse
Bringing together lost
brothers of Germany
Folded hands
reflecting true
Bushy eyebrows
defending loving eyes
Silver mop
upon creative helmet
Torn apart
needing to die
Terrible ways
no more reasons
Feeding hope
tasting awful
Can’t hear and can’t see
Can’t walk and can’t bleed
Never minding
always wishing
Large noses smelling
medication ticking
Lasting love of wife
counting years gone
Taught to see
see the seam’s joining line
I am the ambassador
I come before thee
Bring messages of hope
And brotherly love
Farewells and greetings
Till death do us part
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.02:00:00@FLT#SA203AtlanticOcean
Before Men
Fourteen
Of blonde and blue
Muscular parts
Portal sides manned
Warm salt water
Bay of saints
Palestinian delights
Militant fights
Pregnant girls shout
March forth
To a valley of land mines
Weddings off shore
It is destiny
In a troubled world
Collapsing coffins of melodies
Maker’s shoes fitted
Tailored suits
Boxing match
Barbed wire fence
Political agenda
Blind men lead wrong
Girls scream “Ice-Cream!”
Perfect landing
Given blood yours
Iced mint tea waits
Court case won
Wig weaved
Clean shaven
Kings cross ache
Fulton high noon
Mortar fire close now
Martyr tested and failed
Rise like a God once more
In this truthful pit of failure
Explode your critical customs
Dream of the revolution coming
Becoming night
End at last
In the ground we die
Finally at rest
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.01:30:00@DakarSenegal
Everything For Angola
You illuminate my heart
I am sad when we are apart
You are my lasting kiss
And my three year tryst
We believe in fate
Beyond heaven’s gate
Trusting your instinct, fall into my arms
Around your neck, a lover’s charms
Exquisite in every scent
Goodbyes are never meant
Buckle in bravery
Encourage my ancestry
Vast open African skies
Lost in your very brown eyes
Better squash butter
My tongue does not stutter
You are my cause of reality
Capturing my admiration silently
Remembering touching your soft skin
Fire burns inside our own kiln
Let us stand up tall
You and I, will never fall
In a week’s time, something
In a lifetime, everything
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.29.21:25:00@AngolaAfrica
Skin & Kiln rhymes in Harth’s mind
Went, Wept
Monthly moon
Eighth day past rest
Barricaded heart
Barracuda battle
Long, lost, here
Tomorrow, lost, gone
Best known thief
Inks her signature mark
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.28.12:45:00@FLTSA612
Last Night (Version #2)
Last night
You saddened my heart
Put me in an abyss of despair
Last night
You ripped my already torn heart
It is your defense, your guard
Last night
You stabbed my lifeline
Injured, I dream of my cause
Last night
You scratched and scraped my heart
Chalked outline covers the road
Last night
You scarred my heart forever
I dwindle into yesterday’s memory
Last night
You disabled my heart
I became a forgotten decade past
Last night
You ignored my fondness
I become of no concern, only a historical moment
Last night
You bruised my heart
Beaten, I am down, I am lost
Last night
You lowered me endlessly
A long twisting torture implemented
Last night
You slaughtered my heart
Now I vanish into the blanket
Last night
You disregarded me completely
Tomorrow’s departure approaches
Last night
You did not listen to yours, you did not accept
Today, I apologize for being love’s disruption
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.27.09:00:27@415292CPTSA
Cock Scared
From the fourth floor window
She preaches her commitment
To penis, penis, penis
From the sixth floor window
She rides Magnum XL
On top of cock, cock, cock
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.21.24:47:00@415292CPTSA