Concrete

I am aggregate

I am cement

I am water

I am built

I am impenetrable

I am unbreakable

I am walled in

I am enclosed

I am encased

I am solid

I am thick

I am unmovable

I am heavy

I am massive

I am reinforced

I am unyielding

I am anchored

I am colossal

I am concrete

So cold and gray

So solid and calm

So rigid and still

I am concrete

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.29.23:14:14@130BklynNYC

Constantly Looking

Some people may say that

I am constantly looking for love

Some people may say that

I am constantly looking for the right woman

But actually

I am constantly looking for death

I am constantly looking for my right death

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.29.22:56:19@130BklynNYC

List of 10: Films that make me cry and think of you

1. The Last of the Mohicans

2. Legends of the Fall

3. Braveheart

4. Gladiator

5. Shakespeare In Love

6. The Notebook

7. The Last Samurai

8. The Princess Bride

9. Blood Diamond

10. Lost in Translation

Note: Films are listed in random order.

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.26.13:04:02@130BklynNYC

Catching Snowflakes

It was the first time it snowed this year

I went out to Prospect Park

I put my hands in the air

I danced upon the snow covered ground

Snow drifted down on visiting winds

Blanketing everything around me

I would hold out my palms

To catch the snowflakes

I caught so many little crystal wonders

Little delicate geometric worlds

They landed on my warm tongue

On my lashes that guarded my blue eyes

On my hair and on my shoulders and on the tip of my nose

I would run around catching all these snowflakes

Holding out my hands to catch as many as I could

But I never caught the one snowflake I wanted to catch

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.21.09:00:00@ProspectParkNYC

Maria, The Republican

Maria

She was a Republican

She poured my plum wine

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear

I followed her downstairs

It was there

That Maria the Republican

Gave me head

Downstairs

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.11.18:22:34@UnSqNYC

Cupcake

Your spread legs make you the divine receiver

The blossoming scent makes me take fever

When I submerge myself inside your sweet nectar

It is I who becomes the massive erector

Your open lips are magnificently decadent

As I enter darkness becomes luminescent

Your trembles create worldwide ocean ripples

It is I who nests between your bare nipples

When I thrust between your velvety gates

An explosion of animal grunting awaits

Your orgasms create tidal waves and make glass shatter

The frosting I leave on your backside resembles a painter’s splatter

When I have committed the canonizing crime

Kissing you transcends time

If I could compare thee to a summer’s day

I would not for I have greater things to say

For each time I am hungry

I am hungry for a cupcake like yours

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.07.17:35:22@130BklynNYC

To The Woman I Love

This is a public expression

To the woman I love

I have published this expression

So, all who read it will know

Just how much I love you

And her name

was Idaho

And Idaho is the woman

I’m in love with

So put away your assumptions

Excuse your mistakes

Hide your fears

It’s her that I love

Not you

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.05.10:03:46@130BklynNYC

Deception

After the wall collapsed, crumbled and disintegrated

It only takes a split second, a moment, to rebuild

When it is discovered

That everything was a lie

That there was an extravagant masquerade

That each evening was filled with deception

When deceit was revealed

And dishonesty was brought forth

When it is brought to attention

That there was betrayal

It is then

When everything in the world ends

And only microscopic dust of bones and flesh

Drift on the next outward wind

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.02.17:43:36@130BklynNYC

Niagara Falls

She was gushing

And she was dripping

Swallowing me whole

And losing control

She was Niagara Falls

I treaded endlessly

Keeping afloat patiently

In her spiraling whirlpool

Nestling inside her crowned jewel

She was Niagara Falls

These waves came crashing down on me

I was the captain of the high sea

With each given thrust a high swell

And an echoing vigorous yell

She was Niagara Falls

Swollen with a sudden rogue wave

Everything soaked, I do crave

She was a tsunami of quivering flow

A spray wetting me from head to toe

She was Niagara Falls

She gave me whiplash and took me for a ride

Releasing the gates and unleashing the flood tide

Pouring with such force that nothing can escape

It is her juices that engulf me with this great damp drape

She was Niagara Falls

She was gushing

And she was dripping

Swallowing me whole

And losing control

She was Niagara Falls

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.12.21.24:00:03@130BklynNYC

My Tongue

I live for that moment

I love that moment

That moment when my tongue

First meets your lips

I live for that moment

I love that moment

When I’m nested between your ivory legs

When my nose is brushing up against you

When the scent of your vulnerable self-surrounds me

When my tongue extends into your unknown territory

I live for that moment

I love that moment

When my powerful tongue reaches out

When my strong tongue is just about to lick

When my long tongue enters your wetness

When your velvety lips swallow my tongue whole

When your warmth ignites my taste buds on fire

When your tightness captures my intruding tongue

I live for that moment

I love that moment

To make you squirm

To make you moan

To make you quiver

To make you levitate

I live for that moment

I love that moment

When my tongue is inside of you

Tasting you and kissing you

Licking you and feeling you

That closeness

That excitement

That intimacy

That ecstasy

I live for that moment

I love that moment

My tongue

I’ll be there for minutes

I’ll be there for hours

I’ll be there for days

I’ll be there for weeks

I’ll be there for months

I’ll be there for years

It’s where I love to be

I’ll take up residency there

I’ll make it my permanent dwelling

I’ll settle inside there forever

I live for that moment

I love that moment

When my tongue is inside you

And when my tongue devours you

And when my tongue surrenders in owe to you

And when my tongue becomes one with you

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.12.14.10:45:26@130BklynNYC

Erasing The Sky

As I laid down on the freshly cut grass

And looked high above me

At the amazing vivid blue sky

With beautiful white clouds

So fluffy and puffy and angelic

Organic shapes floating by

I took out my yellow number 2 pencil

And I began to erase

One by one

I took my little pink rubber eraser

At the end of my yellow number 2 pencil

And began to erase the clouds

Gently removing each beautiful cloud from the sky

Blowing each of their remains

Into the wind

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.28.16:25:10@130BklynNYC

Fall In Their Midst

I’ve been hunting

And I’ve been searching

Repeating this sequential confronting

I execute the daily working

As my enemy is waiting for me

Always behind the mountain lurking

Watching every move I make

Silently in the valley they remain unseen

Listening to every step I take

They wait for me each day

Stalk me by my trailing scent

I become their prey

I continue with my crusade

With an enveloping heart

No matter how much I am dismayed

With all my given reason

Advance with colossal potency

Even if held accountable for treason

It is my duty as a man with a wounded knee

In this midst I will reach out for you

And release your innocent soul free

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.25.02:27:45@130BklynNYC

Thank You Van Halen

It’s that time of year

Everyone says Thank You

Everyone is thanking

Thankful for this

Thankful for that

I’m thankful for Van Halen

And swooping chairs from the 60’s covered in hand knitted afghans

And military hats made of grey flannel

And swords and beads and M&Ms

And wooden tables and vinyl covered couches

And windowsills big enough to sit upon

And black La-Z-Boy chairs

And tuna fish and pineapple chicken and chocolate chip cookies

And the best chocolate milk in the world

And canned pears

I’m thankful for Van Halen

And Richard Marx

I’m thankful for Tom Cochrane

And Tom Stoppard

I’m thankful for Leslie

And Olivier

I’m thankful for Gilbert

And George

I’m thankful for Van Halen

And my 1991 Ford Red Probe

I’m thankful for all the doctors at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital

And Vicodin and Percocet and Huey Lewis & The News

I’m thankful for Van Halen

And remote electronic garage door openers

I’m thankful for the Garden State Parkway

And sunrises and sunsets that arrive at the same time

I’m thankful for Walkmans and Discmans and iPods

And these emotions that make me incredibly high

I’m thankful for Van Halen

And the prayers in my name

I’m thankful for prophylactics

And apple cider (served cold)

I’m thankful for pins and staples and physical therapy

And that high school cargo net

I’m thankful for blanketing snow

And goggles for my eyes

I’m thankful for gasoline

And tin containers that can hold ashes of the dead

I’m thankful

So fuckin’ thankful for Van Halen

Fuckin’ Van Halen

Mother Fuckin’ Van Halen

I thanked Van Halen so much in this poem

And you (the reader) have no idea why I’m fuckin’ thanking Van Halen

You don’t know the connection

Fuckin’ Van Halen

Thank you!

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.25.24:17:07@130BklynNYC

Swallowing Ajax

I’m healing

This is the fact that you should know

I didn’t know that I was being served a swallow on a plate

The plate was white porcelain with a blue trim

Quite beautiful actually

The swallow was hidden in sauce

With crispy onions and toasted almond slivers

Garnished with greens that looked like whiskers

Served with a white wine at room temperature

I ate the swallow without knowing it was a swallow

It went down simple

And was actually delicious

When I got home

I felt I did something morally wrong

And I still had no idea I just ate a swallow

To rid myself of this sin

I took a 14oz container of Ajax

Combined it with 32oz of water

And drank

My sins are gone

So is the lonely swallow

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.18.13:05:03@130BklynNYC

Be Still

Not even a whisper

Only silence

Not a rustle of grass

Not a pinch of salt

Not a crawl of a cricket

Remain quiet

In the distance

Don’t move

Don’t speak

Don’t breathe

From afar

Don’t observe

Don’t contemplate

Don’t learn to hate

Just keep the door ajar

I am quiet and I am silent

When this solitude is lifted

I will be exalted

Be still, and know that I am here

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.17.17:43:04@323NYC

The Miserable Heist

Court is in session

Right now, you are innocent

Until proven guilty

You’ll be judged by your peers

If found guilty

You’ll be punished

To the fullest extent of the law

There is no talking allowed in the court

No small talk, no whispering

The jurors will be awarded the proper respect

The judge will be honored honorably

May the first witness take the stand -

Nervous

Without any explanations

Sweating in your seat

Officer to your left

Judge to your right

God on the wall

Twenty-four eyes on your soul

This theft was illegal

Was it not?

This theft was immoral

Was it not?

This theft was inconceivable

Was it not?

Nervous more

Without any questions

Fidgeting in your seat

Officer to your left winks

Judge to your right winks

Servant on the floor

Twenty-four eyes wink at you

Court is out of session

Verdict has been made

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.17.17:25:37@323NYC

Occupation

There is all this talk

Of occupying Wall Street

And taking over the nation

Everyone is occupying

Whose streets? Our streets

Everyone is sitting in squares

or standing on stairs

Everyone has a big sign

or a loud megaphone

Everyone chants and screams

or bangs on thunderous drums

Some sit at oak desks

or stand on the trading floor

Some have good paying jobs

or are filthy and dirt poor

Some are young without health insurance

or old with bankrupt Medicare

Some are from far far away

or just around the corner bar

There is all this talk

Of occupation

Occupy this and occupy that

Occupy city, state, and the nation

Police state, people state

Out of state, in state

Counter-state, Fail-state

This is an out of control debate!

There is all this talk

Of occupying Wall Street

And taking over the nation

But all I really want

Is to occupy your heart

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.17.16:30:26@323NYC

Cranberries and Blueberries and Strawberries and Blackberries and Gooseberries and Raspberries

Hello Berry!

Won’t you be my berry?

I love berries.

Berries all over

Berries here and there

And E V E R Y W H E R E!

Gimme berries

I love berries

Berry this and berry that

Berry for you and berry for me

Berry for her and berry for he

Berry for you and me!

Cranberries and Blueberries

Strawberries and Blackberries

Gooseberries and Raspberries

Everyone loves a berry!

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.17.10:33:30@130BklynNYC

Vanishing Point

At my grandfather’s burial

His coffin was draped with the American flag

And two military officers played taps

It was a brutally frigid day

The coldness made my bones rattle

Made my spine take a back seat

I remember reading the eulogy

And crying

He’s vanished now

Even before he got to meet you

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.16.14:21:00@130BklynNYC

Lights On In The Distance

Crawling out of the accident

Trying to make my way

I need some help

Some assistance

Without it, I think I’ll die

There is nothing around me

My car rolled down the hill

Tossed a few times

Into the river’s edge

I’m lucky to be alive

Crawling

Pines

And fish spawning in the river

Rocks beneath me

Pebbles in my shoes

And leaves falling from the trees

A recent rain had passed

I’m crawling

I need help

Darkness is caving in

Coming in quickly

Soon will be night

And I’ll be out of day

I’m searching

For help

For some kind of lend

A hand

Some hope

I’m crawling to find my hero

Someone to rescue

Someone to heal

I’m crawling out of the accident

Up the steep hill

Away from this cold river

Away from the fish

And the rocks

Pebbles in my shoes

I’m cut

I’m bruised

I’m constricted

I’m tight

I’m light-headed

I’m dreaming

I’m parched

My tongue and lips are so dry

Chapped

I’m crawling

I’m crawling out of the accident

I see a light on in the distance

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.16.13:34:29@130BklynNYC