Angel X

I’m an angel

You introduced me to God

Held my hand as I entered God’s realm

You followed me in

Took care of my needs

And then you took my beauty away

My dreams

My thoughts

You raped me of possibility

And erased my doubt

You had brought me to God

But now I see

God is dead

And business is alive

You will fuck me

Perhaps up the ass

But you will not

Never will you

Ever

Destroy me

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.11.08.21:07:00 @ Tampa -> NYC Flt#1874

Amsexrica

We go up and down

Cattle sheep on escalator gunk

They do the Sarajevo shuffle

As we ignore them behind closed doors

A man stands doing nothing

With his baggage

Staring at space

As slow walkers make my rage

Ego maniacs beat their girlfriends

Bloody messes found by cops, pigs and rabbits

Forbidden fruit bitten by Iowa girls

Skinned for my own viewing pleasure

It’s an absolute drug

Needed daily for the sick boys

Brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, we all like red eyes!

Amsexrica

Let’s get down

Let’s boogie

Come on under

Another

Sixty-Nine

(Gold Fish arches

 Cowboy Roy

 Blockmister

 Rented tuxedos)

Amsexrica

Go to the Avenue

Amsexrica

Go make an appointment

Amsexrica

Go stand in line

Amsexrica

  I think I like ya!

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.10.03.02:20:00@NYC

98.10.05.02:22:01@505NJ

ArtOfficial

I am cool christ

a superstar

space junk and cardboard plastic

a fan

for pure amusement

Constantly I rush

straight into carriages of carrying bottles

and mommy said this, and mommy said that!

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.08.14.23:36:00@NJ07430

ASSIGNMENT

I wonder if it’s true

The invitation

To tomorrow’s party

The one down under

The one with wine down the back

A channel

An influence of animals

A Zoo Channel

One to be discovered

An Assignment completed

Yet just started on a statue

A sculpture from heaven

With the gaze of mystery

A rose with its thorns up

Protection, a front

Boundaries broken

Until I come inside

I wonder if it’s true

The beloved ghost’s last train

The pondering thoughts

And lasting impressions

An Assignment given and taken

One with ends that meet commons

One with twists and turns

From the waist to the breast

Sexy

Eyebrows to shout

I imagine, a navel

Navel of no other

A French kind for me

A brown-eyed sunset

Down from the earth, so very near

Together an experience

Every time, she wonders

I wonder if it’s true

If he is the one in the sea

She dances with me

I know she will wear that shoe

If the blue matches

The brown mixes

The painting is like a Warhol

An origin of delight

Beauty upon a platter

A lasting lust of crime

Danger is near

Around her curves

I can feel them here

Every bend

Every turn

Mind set to go

A deliver punch of intensity

I wonder if Assignments should be given

Or if he just died in heaven.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.11.26.02:19:00@NYC

And Then The Rain Came

The sun came up

The trees made shadows

The pavement, dark, cool

The sun made patterns

Between the leaves

It fell,

To the ground

The sun came up

Over the hill,

Beyond the lake

The sun came up,

A beauty laid

She laid there,

On the blanket

Peacefully

She laid there,

Her hair glistened in the sun

Her eyes sparkled in the sun

She laid there,

Motionless,

But not emotionless,

she laid there; still

Beauty

Fine

A woman; like a statute

One to admire, one to respect, one to honor

Beauty,

Where the heart is and the sunshine flows

Where the sense is

Where the fountain of holding is

She is there, on that blanket

She is there, dressed in white

She is there, calm, and quite

She is there, wanting a hug

I took a walk one day

I saw that beauty

On that blanket

On that great grassy green field

Infront of the hills, below the sunshine

I took a walk one day

I saw her

That beauty

But where is she?

I cannot see her.

And then the rain came.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.05.12.17:26:19@NYC

Anger

Help me

As I lay here

I am dying slowly

You all know

I am in red

Covered in red

I am going down

In a hail of bullets

Like JFK and MLK

I wish I was Gandhi

I wish I was him

I wish I was Indian

I wish I was a spider

I wish I was a wolf

I wish I was a refrigerator

I wish I was you and not me

For I am dying

And you are not

I am dying

And you know

You are not helping

And neither are you

I plea

Take me to Neuro 12

You think I am wrong

When 33 is my number

She offered 200

I offered 300 to he

She was Bi, and he did not leave

He thought I was in the middle

I slammed on the car

I killed that cat

I brought him a squirrel

I eat the dead

And take from the living

I committed

I must be admitted

I will crush you all

With my teeth

Check my back

There is a knife back there

The Beatles are back

And I am crossing Abbey Road

Under 3 seconds

And I will kill you

So, help yourself

Help me

Do not let me cross that bridge

DO NOT LET ME

I will cross the bridge

I will meet my lover

I will dive

Dive into heaven off the roof

Dive into my lover

My lover is death

Who is my lover?

I will tell you;

Death

If I could, I would fuck death

If I could, I would fuck art

If I could, I would make world peace

I will,

by killing

© 1996 David Greg Harth

96.12.11.03:00:00@31USQWNYC