The Ultimate Crime Of The Century
Amazingly,
somehow, in some way
I got away with it.
I committed the ultimate sin
A most heinous crime
The ultimate crime of the century.
So horrible
So bad
So disgusting
So inhumane
And I got away with it
Mentions of burnt human carcass
dismembered human remains
misplaced joints
and scattered teeth
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.25.17:23:39@296NYC
Under Over
Under Spell
Over Spell
Under Beauty
Over Beauty
Under Ground
Over Ground
Under Capture
Over Capture
Under Hunt
Over Hunt
Under Think
Over Think
Under Ache
Over Ache
Under Sadness
Over Sadness
Under Happiness
Over Happiness
Under Walk
Over Walk
Under Eat
Over Eat
Under Sleep
Over Sleep
Under Sweet
Over Sweet
Under Dream
Over Dream
Under Wish
Over Wish
Under Write
Over Write
Under Paint
Over Paint
Under Kiss
Over Kiss
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.12.04.20:34:05 @ 296 NYC
Untitled (With Her)
You put me to rest
And you left me in shame
You ask me if it’s getting better
No, it’s not.
I listen to you ringing in my ears
But I don’t do the things you tell me too
I stand to be a rebel and I’m not sure why
What cause what for
Walking great white ways
And reaching my goals
Still, I cry in the middle of the night
Waking up in red nightmares of inappropriate behavior
Inhaling smoking juveniles
And taking temperature-less showers
Day room blues and January air
I’m eating sweet bananas now
You put me to rest
And I left without shame
Seeing you go under
In the hot sunshine
Listening to angels
Writing eulogies
Should have hugged more
Wrote more visited more
Instead, now all is gone
I didn’t even know you
My art hangs on your walls
And new people are lovin’ it
You put me to rest
Now you are in shame
Because you refused to listen
Or accept and spend
You abused what we had and who we were
And never said please or sorry or thankyou
Now you die alone in your own misery
Not having myself or anyone to hold
It’s just you
And me baby
The death parted us
And nothing is left
Sleeping alone
Now these days
It gets colder
And I go to the art fair at Washington Square
I visit Fredrick Douglass Blvd
To get a gun to blow my brains on the floor
Friends tell me how to position the gun
Correctly
Friends lay asleep and wish it was them
Forever
I feed the pigeons
And rise and fall
Because this is my life
And she is ashamed.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.03.09.15:11:00@ 1515 NYC
99.03.12.13:17:00@ 1515 NYC
Untitled (Making Love)
Speaking in tongues
Devilish swirls
Around tender navels
Feeling your thigh
Up against mine
We mingle and twist
In the midnight mist
Feeling the groove
Of fresh air
Amplify the erotic
Art of touch
Stealing the kiss
From last night
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.02.06:01:23:00 @ Flannery’s 14th st NYC
Untitled (Phone Calls)
I lurk in the shadows
As a bomb at the station goes off
I digest my surroundings
And record her every move
I attack my city
When the poets or pope
Come to town
I create love
And conduct the orchestra
Lust will chant symphonies of blood
As my loneliness lasts to the bathhouse
Clear skies protect their loved ones
As blind men communicate about leather
Bible signatures
And an artist’s handicap
Sitting, shivering in the cold
She doesn’t hold me tonight
And last night’s rain is still dripping
Down my arched back
I hear the Beatles pledge to the boy in the Rye
And the Art Killers
in cathedrals
and central park
They come and go
When doves cry
Go home
Melodies in red, white, and blue
Paste my wall
But all I can do
Is put my cock ring on
And fuck Ms. Liberty
Until I cum inside her wet torch
The others sending thanks
And lyrics of the past
I give all
And take little
Robbing the banks
To produce the consumer
I work every day
To beg on my knees
For forgiveness
She has blue eyes today
Baby Blue
Yesterday a shade of brown
But whenever I see her
A mirror is broken
I stay in the night
To feel sausage sliding
And baby back ribs
© 1998 David Greg Harth
97.12.17.23:05:00@NYCNJ
98.02.27.02:28:00@NYCNJ
98.07.20.12:21:00@NYCNJRT
Untitled (Available For Love)
I give up my world for you
For your touch
For the smoothness of your skin
For the revolution around your soul
I give up my world for you
To have the sensation
To kiss your cheeks
And hold you forever
I’ll show the world who I am
Come out of my hiding
Show no secrets
And answer all questions
I’ll stop my art
I’ll become a shadow
To save you from agony
To save you from hope
Notice me
The person inside
The man
The passion
The sweetness
The kindness
The lover
The artist
Don’t talk to me
Just show me the way
Put your words aside
Show me your emotions
Let me see your insides
Your heart
Your beating
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.16.01:09:00@NJ07430
Untitled (Together)
Two together
Feeling the souls
Pouring water
Washing the heat
Twisting the passion
All around
Caressing your lips
Following your silky legs
Up your thighs
Feeling the inside
With my tongue against yours
Two tongues exchanging
Exploring wonders
And the warmness inside
Sweat created
And devoured with thirst
Tracing the curves
Imbedded under water
Nibbling and stroking
From inside and out
Soothing and massaging
Wondering about
Smoothness felt
Fingers between hair
Gentle kisses
And thrusts of desire
Candle light by tub tonight
Hot water to cool
Flowers smelt and cheered
For you
For you
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.05.28.14:59:03@Earth
Untitled (Feeling Love)
Waiting for the words
They never seem to come out
They never flow
Like the shower running down
Between thin warm skin
Like suds rolling over
And under thighs I lay beside
From underneath
Heated ceilings
Captured candle light
And spring breezes
Feeling that warmth
A hug around the neck
Is it real? Or fake? fake?
A pretender at cause
It’s just for a while
Just for a bit
A secret I hid
Share, kept away
I feel myself
Loosing grip
As the river swarms
Around my feet
And ankles and knees
The under current pulls me
Drowning I go
She watches on
Until I get back
On my feet
And protrude a pencil perfect portrait
A pencil perfect portrait
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.04.02.22:04:00@NYC
Untitled (Running Love)
Hearing your voice
A comment on desire
Traveling in taxis
That take you no where
To find the feeling
Pulsating
Feel the beating in your heart
Run through your veins
Pumping and thrive
Red booths full of numbers
Make a call to the sea
All the “ans”
Surrounding lights
And fog inset in my eyes
Swishhhhh.....
Run by, Run by -
Choosing the life you had
The drugs I saved
The friends I had
Taking the dog bites out of your leg
Feeling the Beatles crossing Abbey Road
And Bananas between pussy lips
Feeling the feelings I found
Wishing I had not written the ones for bartenders
Feeling the revolutions in my head
And the revolution uprising
The dog continues to run
Around the track
And then its dead.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.02.13.21:16:47@Earth
Untitled (Red)
A red glow
Silhouettes my shoulders
I can only get a short glimpse
With lights passing by
Long and slender
Leading up to the black shade
Crimson red overflows
I wish I was up my glance
In between the pressure
My lips bitten
Music in my ears
Traveling like a jet landing
Speeding Through
While deer running by
Crossing my path
Purple light go away
Receptionist appeared
Now summer is gone
Another glance
Flesh on the blackness
What do I know?
As my blindness is only
Half empty
And they say,
I can say no to a transfusion
I say fuck it
Give me the lead.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.02.10.22:11:00@EnRoute->07430
utopia, seen from a hillside
progressive thoughts
thru pleasure and pain
the dreams race
across my wild plains
imagery is ghostly
make believe times
I think of you
he and she
together as one
alone
on the hill
away from it all
about to fall
only to be caught
by the hand
hand of love
no separations allowed
no intruders
no darkness
only cool breezes flow
thru your hair
and thru thy eyes
with the intensity of admiration
with the intensity of touch
a skin tone
a lip tongue
a suckle
reach out and touch it
feel the breeze
above the hill
high above
fall with me
into the pit
the pit of utopia
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.01.30.02:16:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (New Year’s Day)
It is New Year’s Day.
What did you do?
Just the other day?
I sat in the center.
The epicenter.
Where 7th meets Broadway.
Where the neon lights are.
Where the movies are filmed.
I sat there.
All day long.
Handcuffed myself.
To a chair,
To the lamppost.
Right in the center.
The great big clock,
Behind me.
Coke in front of me.
I have never snorted.
About to now.
Corporate Surroundings
I wish I had a fuck on me.
I wish I had a smoke.
I sat in the center.
Chained to the chair.
To the lamppost.
I sat all day.
As the clock neared midnight.
I pulled the trigger.
Still handcuffed.
My thoughts now on the lamppost.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
97.12.31.00:00:00@NYCUSA
98.01.01.00:00:00@NYCUSA
Untitled (Time)
it makes a bird fly
and the clouds move
it turns heads
and ruins cities
it burns in the night
and floats above the land
it is inside and out
it is above and below
it makes a train run
and the water flow
it reaches a destination
but continues on
it is red and blue
and white and green
it is orange and violet
and amber too
it is interruption
and birth
it is a carriage to a wheelchair
a bicycle to a car
it is a cross on a mound
it is dense and whole
round and square
it is many and few
beyond a far
it is future and past
and everything at last
it is what you and I are made of
and made from
and are going too.
what is it?
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.03.24.16:21:00@31USQWNYC
97.12.11.16:21:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Autumn Leaves)
The leaves were out today
in different shades
yellow and red
green and brown
orange and burnt sienna
They were beautiful
changing colors
with the swaying trees
the cool breeze
and all over
they are on their knees
Two intertwining souls
wrapping around
the thick trunk
leading up to those fascinating
dying leaves
The mountains were covered
with all kinds of foliage
each little bush
each little tree
was a place for you and me
The breeze continued
the trees still swayed
the leaves fell today
but we are still
on our knees
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.10.21.14:09:00@NYC
Untitled (Mystery Woman)
You are a mystery woman to me.
You are large at heart, nothing at sight.
You are everything at mind, everything in the imagination.
I know you by words, not by sight nor by sound.
I know you by vibes, feelings, and truth,
But not by lies.
You are a wind.
I am an angel.
You are a flame.
I am an angel.
You are a rose.
I am an angel.
You are a berry.
I am an angel.
You are a valley of sweetness.
I am an angel.
You are hope
I am an angel.
You are missing.
I am an angel.
You are perceived.
I am an angel.
You are words.
I am an angel.
You are there.
I am an angel.
You are who?
What color are your eyes?
Your eyes?
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.12:30:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Thoughts Behind)
I come to you in the night
by way of the stars.
I awake with you at the yellow dawn.
by way of the morning sun.
I embrace your loveliness
by way of my arms.
I take you by the hand
I guide you to my water.
I cleanse you up and down
I show you the water.
I clear your thoughts
I soothe your back.
I tear at your heart
asking for more.
I stand behind you
My hands on your shoulders
Rubbing your back
My knee against your bottom cheeks
My arms wrapped around your waist
I guide my hands to your navel
The suds glide downward, my hands upward
My fingers run across your breasts
Tight squeeze
A hug of love
Behind you, I am not ashamed.
Behind you, I am erect.
My hands run across your hard red nipples.
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.10.07.03:30:00@31USQWNYC
Untitled (Dark Love)
allow me
bend your neck
curve toward the shadow
let me in
a penetration
sunken teeth
withdraw thy blood
allow me
to show you a way
a river shadow
a dark lover
be with the blackness
come toward the light
the light of grey
show me your beauty
the puncture I will create
let me suck out your blood
be a devil to the daughter
be a horror to your imagination
be real to thy flesh
I in black, you in black
lace and silk sheet tonight
candle burns
heat in overdrive
turn towards the mirror
and beware
no reflection in sight
an angel came down one day
he said
then again
a devil dug upwards
toward the sky
toward her inner thigh
suck and suck
the one in black
wings of glory
in all its fury
soar the skies
the midnight moons
then,
you might discover...
his drive
his shadow
his beneath-the-belt
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.10.02.01:27:00@NYC
Untitled (Christmas Two)
leather straps
huge mountains
big trees
nature hikes
christmas stuffers
and midnight wonders
christmas is coming..
who will be..
under that mistletoe?
christmas is coming
who is weak,
who is strong?
please
on your knees
song from above
a heaven once lost
a gray cloud
no longer embraces
a hope
a glare
a sheer dress
slip under
over and out
white blouse
shower with
behind and around
frolic on the ground
playground
and heat
i think they will meet
time will tell
the tale of two
and two be it
when two are part of you
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.09.18.22:12:27@NYC