Half
Diseases are attracted to me
Descended from the dead sea
Errors multiply their answer
Points leading to cancer
Broken bones become one
Common bells ring done
Consequences form an alliance
Institute a living man’s defiance
Thankfulness exists during apology season
Truthful commitment to love’s treason
Empty cavity thrown
Sacred emotions sewn
Widows of paradise pray
Single most cast away
Barricade the long loss
Went to trial, went to cross
Bisected, Divided
Confided, Suicided
I am half,
Never complete
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.29.23:15:00@130BklynNYC
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
Hard
Heart
Head
Art
Love
On
Off
Left
Right
Bend
Push
Pull
Move
Time
Space
Wall
Floor
Wood
Stone
Steel
Brick
Job
Business
Occupation
Work
Disease
Violence
Destruction
Obliteration
Creation
Birth
Growth
Sprout
Life
Death
Truth
False
Seven
Ten
Seventy-Five
Thirty-Three
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.07.02.18:07:00@1071FifthNYC
Hidden
Crying tears
Easily dispensed
Love is dispersed
Uneasy, unset
Hollowed hearts
Cold dark eyes stare
Suited men purchase your emptiness
Taste is your treasured enemy
Inflamed disease
Lips infected
Collections ruptured by way of rejection
Punctured by the hatred of blue chip patrons
Maiden years denied
Two ceremonial decades total
At the end of the day,
I’m hidden in the dirt.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.03.19.02:15:06@296NYC
Heavy Heart
I’ve got a heavy heart.
Its weighted down so heavy.
Heavier than a gallon of milk.
And heavier than a bucket of apples.
Heavier than a bundle of potatoes.
And a bushel of hay.
Heavier than a stack of stones.
And a layer of bricks.
Heavier than an anvil.
And a metric ton.
Heavier than an elephant.
And heavier than an eighteen wheeler.
Heavier than a city aquarium.
And heavier than the Empire State Building.
Heavier than all the trees in the great red woods of Northern California.
And heavier than all the boulders that hold up Mt. Fuji.
Heavier than the planet in which we live on.
And heavier than our galaxy.
My heart is so heavy.
Because its weight carries so much love for you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.06.14:14:35@205HudsonNYC
Head First
I knew nothing then of what I knew today
She had bright red hair
Above her head and below.
Freckles covered her body
In between her pasty white skin poked out,
Said hello.
I was innocent then.
Not even a lover.
We just swallowed each other’s kisses.
An hour before she rode me dry in my car.
Fogged autumn windows
Tail lights were out.
In the wood paneled basement, we sat
Lying on the leather couch she began
Slowly inching downwards
Unbuckled, unbuttoned, pulled
She encompassed me with her lips
Whole in its entirety
The feeling reminded me
All the previous times of self-pleasure
Growing up so unexperienced
Sliding, gliding with her tongue
Such intensity
I could not believe what I saw before me.
Her red hair is all I see
What I feel is wet
Explosive in my teen sensations
Her parents walked upstairs
Back and forth, back and forth
On the linoleum kitchen floor
I feared they would come down
To discover their innocent daughter
Mouth wrapped around me
Before they took steps downward
I drowned her throat
With my first vocal cavity emergence.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.11.14.23:37:42@296NYC
How Many Times
Do I masturbate,
before I fall in love
with my non-existent
lover which completes my life?
Do I masturbate,
to the fantasy
of falling deeply in love
with that single one other person?
Do I masturbate,
while listening to the music which saddens me
because of the eternal lack
of a significant other?
Do I masturbate,
to the playboys plastered in my mind
while contemplating my age
before I’ll meet the lover of my dreams?
Do I masturbate,
myself to sleep,
with my hand on my heart?
© 2005 David Gerg Harth
03.09.27.03:14:04@296NYC
05.07.06.02:35:06@296NYC
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
I adore you.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
I want to make love to you.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Trap me in the corner.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Push me to the face.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Take off your skin.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Bring me to a boil.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Sing me a song.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Wake up to your breakfast.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Discover your breaks.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Leave you on the floor.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Summer is gone.
Hot Warm Gooey Eggs In Brown,
Open up the fridge door.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.07.19:11:00@523W24STNYCMMRKS
Held to Words
She held me to my words,
she held me to the false promises
the false truths
the false love.
She held me in her arms
as I said my last words
upon my death bed
bleeding inside
from never being loved
on this jobless day.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.03.30.01:15:41@296NYC
Hallelujah (Version #2)
My voice can be heard
Today
It is not just another day
from yesterday
Today,
My voice can be heard
In these mountains.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.03.17:05:13@1515NYC
Hungry
Hungry inside
Burns
Burns inside
This vacancy
This void
Empty canister of potions
Fully loaded lotions
Ready to be deployed
One more pull
It might just end
I’m hungry
My eyes say it
My lips speak it
I’m hungry for you
I’m on the prowl
You better watch out
I’ll roar in your backyard
I’ll mark my territory with my scent
I’ll growl beneath your bed sheets
I’m hungry
Tense in the shoulders
I’m bulging
Packing
Heated
I’m hungry
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.13.17:14:14@1515NYC
Happiness
Everyone was expecting me
The guest of honor
To be at the event of celebration
Instead
The first was to find me
Alone among her beauty
Found me in a pool of red
Soaked in the grey floor
Of my street address
The second to come down on in
She walked in and heard the soundtrack playing
The score of death
They were not quite sure when it happened
And the third man of beauty arrived
Took things into perspective and placed a few phone calls
The fourth and fifth arrive
Not knowing the horror, they have found
The sixth phones the studio
The seventh comes without any I AMs
But with greenbacks to trade
With a man who lay dead
Eighth walks in with Sixth
Out from the warm street
The Ninth in love, now bows in sadness
Tenth and Eleventh come with unexpected Twelfth
Tears pour into the pools I lay deep in
As Thirteenth and Fourteenth and Fifteenth do not show
Sixteenth is gone
Seventeenth has not phoned
Eighteenth comes with a drink in hand
No scotch by my side
A paper Will in the cabinet
A collection for you, and a collection for you
Nineteenth and Twentieth
They all arrive, the music changes
Valentine cards done, in the head
A fan rotating overhead
A poem of sorrow, a poem of hope
A poem of laughter, a poem of memory
Twenty-first and Twenty-second,
They file in one after the other
Hugging and gathering
Coroner long over due
Police come in; I remember that September
True ones never said hello, only have forgotten
The celebration is today
The funeral is at a day’s notice
Pack your belongings and say goodnight
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.10.03:09:21@296NYC
Hidden Thought
Say Something
Give me a sign
Say what you are hiding
Reveal your secrets.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.06.22:00:00@NYC
Hijacked Love
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She cried when I cried
She laughed when I laughed
Her body quivered when I made love to her
Her lips softened when I kissed her
She promised me something divine
She promised me something real
Her eyes spoke to me as I gazed
Her ears listened as I whispered
She dreamed when I was alive in her arms
She breathed deeply when I hugged
She stole my love away
She hijacked it from my heart
She embraced me in the evening
She woke up next to me in the morning light
Her soft skin was always next to mine
Her curves surrounding my innocence
She was music to my heart
She was everything peaceful
Her thoughts were shared with mine
Her energy flowed through me
She was only a memory
She was only a short fantasy
© 2002 David Greg Harth
01.11.12.00:00:00@296NYC
01.12.12.00:00:00@296NYC
02.01.12:00:00:00@296NYC
02.02.12:00:00:00@296NYC
Happiness is a warm gun
I think I’ll shove one up your ass.
I think I’ll guide one between your legs.
I think I’ll trace your contour with the barrel
I think I’ll plow through the feathers of the down with this steel rod
I think I’ll blast through the night on your bed sheets
I think I’ll enter your soul and make you forget
I think I’ll shoot up tonight
I think I’ll penetrate your mind all night
I think I’ll take this gun and poke you in the back
I think I’ll make you stick it up high
I think I’ll turn you around and make you warm
I think I’ll stare in your eyes and make you cold
I think I’ll slowly make you brace it
I think I’ll quickly make you suck it
I think I’ll show you how to use it
I think I’ll show you how to honor it
I think I’ll make you stroke its weight
I think I’ll make you groan louder at point
I think I’ll deliver it gently
I think I’ll never let it explode again
I think I’ll wish I had it inside
I think I’ll wish I never died
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.31.18:49:57@296NYC
Hairy Man
You are big and husky
Huge
A man’s man
Hairy man.
Fuckin brilliant.
Tremendous
Overwhelming
Incomprehensible
A wonderful machine
Pressed
Clean & Fuckin dirty
You are a huge giant
Your fingers are bigger than my palm
Your tongue is bigger than my femur
Your hair is scratchy then the velcro on my shoe
You are a beast
A monkey
A fuckin ape
A gigantic tarantula
Your tears make the Great Lakes miniature
Your shit is bigger then all the Buffalo roaming
Your ideas should be printed on currency
You are unspeakable
You are obsession
You get in my fuckin way
You freeze when in the line of duty
You crawl up a woman’s sleeve
You die alone and you’re left with nothing
You’re fuckin huge
A brilliant warrior
Hairy fucker
A tower of thickness
Lust and Bullshit
Obsession
You are broken
A fuckin pane of glass
A fuckin vile of blood
A mason jar of fat
A pool of urine
A photograph of puberty
A leftover dinner
A piece of shit
You are on top
Positioned yourself on top of the highest point
The farthest destination
The lonelist place on earth
The coldest
The most sacred
Dusty, Grey, Smelly, Dirty, Fuckin place in the world
You are a man's man.
And you mean nothing to me
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.03.17:08:00@1515NYC
Hot & Sticky
After fucking, we took a shower, rinsed off the cum from her legs and her lower back. Rubbed her shoulders and washed her hair. Had a scavenger hunt between her thighs and cupped her breasts. Hot & Sticky.
Riding the A train home, it was 95 degrees and extremely hot. Sweat bubbled up on top your skin and all you could do was bake in the oven. I got out and walked up the steps behind a young woman with olive skin wearing a thin white skirt. I could see her tight G-String right through the fabric. Hot & Sticky.
At the park I watched the dogs chase each other. Each time they made a pass; I got pelted by small little stones. Each hitting me with a snap. The dogs would run around in circles, chasing nothing, chasing each other, and greeting each other. They would run right up to each other’s asses and sniff. Some dogs would even mount other dogs and begin humping. Hot & Sticky.
Walking on Grand Street on this hot summer day, I pass tons of fish. Smell fish, octopuses and eel. Headless, or finless, perhaps even brainless. Pig parts, pig heads, pig feet, pig ears and pig insides. All displayed for the little China man to eat. I didn’t have any chopsticks handy so I just dug my hands in deep, into the bucket of ice and felt around. Didn’t find that electric eel, didn’t know it was alive in the case to the right. Hot & Sticky.
In SoHo there is a gallery on Wooster Street. I’m sure you know it. I went there for an opening and what did I see? Some new art to be examined. At the opening I met this woman with brunette hair. She told me to get down on one knee and be a delight to her navel. Oh, what a sight! I got down on one knee, and with a twirl of a tongue, I’m back at her place eating her Cinnamon Bun! Hot & Sticky.
I went to the marketplace and had drinks with my friend. He brought along his new girlfriend from Detroit. Although he never told me that she was so slutty, so dirty and married with two kids. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I’ve seen him suck and I’ve seen him probe. But it was still stuck in her hole, so I excused myself and they left for pork. Hot & Sticky.
On a faraway planet, let’s say, Baby Jupiter. That’s where I met her. My beautiful girlfriend. She served me up and I met her out back. She was wearing a turquoise shirt that day. Tight and blue. Cyan. Even horrifying! I got her out back, on that July summer day. I bent her over that barrel and slapped her ass! Slapped it so hard, she drenched my fist. Hot & Sticky.
Sitting alone, resting upon my sheets, on my bed. I hear the couple above me fucking. Making loud noises and shifting the bed over and over again. I heard the scratching of her fingernails into his back. I heard the moans of his early cum. And I heard the cries shortly after. I realized masturbating was not a crime, so I stroked my cock and listened once more. Hot & Sticky.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.06.28.17:15:31@1515NYC
Hero
You are my hero.
You have inspired me
To live
To create
To love
You are my hero.
You have taught me
To standup
To fightback
To rebel
You are my hero.
You have shown me
The world
The light
The god
You are my hero.
You have imbedded taste in me
For art
For lust
For truth
You are my hero.
You have listened
When I was crying
When I was damaged
When I was not even yours
You are my hero.
You have met my inspiration
You have met my followers
You have met my lovers
You are my hero.
You have enlightened me
To teach peace
To teach trust
To teach kindness
You are my hero.
You have brought gifts to me
Ones I will open daily
Ones I will cherish forever
Ones I will share with my children
You are my hero.
You have cried
You have laughed
You have died
You will always be my hero.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.01:41:36 @ 296 NYC
How To Touch A Naked Man
Remember that there is more to me
Beyond my eyes and lips
Touch my navel and the side of my chest
Travel around with
Your tongue
And warm hand
Remember my ear
The delicate and intricate curves
Remember my neck
The slender curve and pulse
Remember that there is more to me
Beyond just what lies next to you
Run your fingers through my hair
Squeeze and stroke
Push and pull
Whisper and hug
Never be afraid
Remember my hands
Grip them and hold them
Remember my lips
Kiss them and taste them
Remember that there is more to me
Beyond just an erection
Embrace my warmth next to you
Feel my arms and legs wrap around you
Try the new
And I’ll let you know what feels good
With my shivers
My tongue
My voice
My whispers
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.07.02:48:41 @ 296 NYC
Heaven Sadness
The overwhelming sadness
The emptiness
Hollow
Inside
The depths collapse
And tears become crucial
Fingers can’t even type
Thoughts can’t even transpire
The sadness is strong and soft
And spoken with silent words
And the whispers of the glare in your eye
All I can do is say “Hello”
Crawl up
Feel the sadness
Penetrate my heart with fools
And attempt to be brave
Wrap myself up
In a pretend womb
And cry and cry and cry
Until I become nothing
And I tell people
Sometimes I wish I would get sick
And I introduce to people
Sometimes I wish I was my Oma
Dying and blaming and falling apart
Sometimes I wish I was my Grandmother
Dead and six feet under
Because there is no comparable pain
To the pain of the ache
And the sadness, the emptiness, the nothingness
You feel after you travel through heaven
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.11.12:29:04 @ 296 NYC