Broken Heart
My heart is broken.
Crumpled.
Cracked.
Cramped.
My heart is broken.
Smashed.
Shattered.
Scattered.
My heart is broken.
Lost.
Aged.
Dead.
My heart is broken.
Boiled.
Hardened.
Torn.
My heart is broken.
Stepped on.
Punched out.
Beaten up.
My heart is broken.
Silenced.
Muffled.
Restrained.
My heart is broken,
and it hasn’t even been opened yet.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.29.13:44:33@296NYC
Beauty (Version #2)
Wanting you
Is the last thing
I’ll be happy to remember
Before my death arrives
Tomorrow
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.07.06.19:55:55@296NYC
Booties (Version #2)
Booties.
I love you.
For 15 years you were a part of my life.
From childhood to young adulthood.
You witnessed me in my crying times.
You were beside me when my brain escaped the world.
You were beside me when I stayed up late to study for tomorrow’s high school exam.
You were beside me when I opened up Holiday gifts.
Of course, you always just wanted the box to play in.
You were beside me as I slept. Most nights, if not every.
You shared my bed and my bathroom sink.
I gave you dinner scraps, not below the table, but on the table.
I took you outside for exploration.
I held you tightly whenever I needed you.
You taught me about love.
With no language or instruction.
You did not speak to me or read to me.
Your comfort. Your fur. The love you provided me with. That is what taught me.
I could hear your heart beat.
I could hear your purr from down the hall.
I could hear your bell from down the block.
Booties.
You are a crazy cat.
Remember when Mum & Dad got that new mirrored closet in their bedroom?
You were racing around the house and into their room.
You then smacked right into the mirror! (You thought the room was longer!) ha ha!
You are a crazy cat.
Remember on Clay Street,
I had two windows in my room. One facing North and one facing West.
You were in the window sill and then ran downstairs. I then shut that window and opened the other.
A little while later you came racing in and jumped right up to the window sill where you just were.
Only that window was closed! And you went SMACK! right into the window, and fell down!
Remember?
You are a crazy cat.
You escaped outside (Mum is usually at fault)
You ran through the woods.
And I bolted after you! You were so fast! But I needed you! So, I caught up and brought you back home.
You are a crazy cat.
Remember exploring?
You got stuck in a wall 5 feet down!
Mum had to punch a hole in the wall just to get you out!
You are a crazy cat.
Remember how many times you would run into the garage?
What would I do?
I take the plastic wiffle ball bat and bang it against the floor!
That would scare you and you would race back inside!
You are a crazy cat.
Remember you would always hide in the front closet each time you had the chance?!
You would run in whenever someone grabbed a jacket or took out the vacuum cleaner?
Sometimes after the entire day went by, we would find you sleeping in the locked closet!
Silly cat!
Booties.
I recall all of your favorite spots.
All curled up in the bathroom sink.
Even if the water still dripped on your tail or back; you didn’t care.
In the heap of fresh warm clean laundry, right from the dryer.
You would love it, of course Mum wouldn’t. Your fur got all over the clean clothes!
How about that black bean-bag chair. The one with the green and orange blanket.
You made that little dip your home, didn’t you?
Of course, my bed too. I’d find you there all the time.
What about the living room chair? And sofa pillows.
You would flatten those pillows to fit your every curve.
How about the dining room chairs on occasion? Hiding under the table.
I could always find you.
How about all curled up in my dresser draw or even just a shoe box?
I also remember another favorite spot.
How about wrapped around the back of my neck?
That was pretty cool, eh?
Booties.
You loved Tuna night.
It wasn’t tuna for you, but Tuna for Cara and I.
You knew it immediately. As soon as Pop took the can opener out. You were down in the kitchen right away!!
You loved French fries and pasta and potato chips.
You loved fish and meat and even had a fine taste for ear wax. (Yes, I know what you like!)
Booties.
Remember how we played?
I used to take that tiny gold Christmas ball and unravel some of the gold string and drag it
around the house. You chased those balls all over. And I would have to take the cane and
get the ones you lost from underneath the couch.
You would always go after flashlights or the laser pointer.
You went crazy for bugs.
And loved catnip.
Remember stalking each other?
I was pretty good, for a human, eh?
Booties.
Your soft grey fur.
Your white tummy.
And white little paws; making those boots, those booties.
Your half white mustache.
Your white whiskers.
Your golden green eyes.
Your curiosity.
Your love that no one could forget. No visitor, not even an enemy.
Your desire to sleep and eat and play.
They are tiny compared to the energy, that you had devoted to love me, and to love others.
Booties.
I love you forever
Thank you for waiting for me.
I’m sorry it took so long.
But you knew I would be there for you,
as you went, when you were ready.
Gracefully. Peacefully.
I love you forever.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.19.03:00:44@296NYC
Dedicated to Booties, my cat.
Booties
Booties is dead.
I saw him go in peace.
His eyes locked with mine.
He was calm and innocent.
Not a meow or a flinch.
He seemed to lay lifeless on the table even before injected.
His tumor now the size of an eggplant.
His body frail.
He wasn’t able to drink for days.
A 22 pound cat now a 4 pound skeleton.
His bony structure unstable on four feet.
His drive to explore still there.
Curious as can be.
Dehydrated into nothingness.
Sadness.
A decomposing filth.
His stench was an invitation to death.
Now dead.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.19.01:29:13@296NYC
Burn
I want to light you on fire
You in your suit
White collar
Golden nugget around your finger
I want to burn you
Burn you to death
I want to see the fire come between your teeth
In the cracks see the fire
See the lies light up in reds and yellows and oranges
Burn you
Burn you to death
I want to show you the blue light
The intense heat and take your Italian suit to the morgue
I want your flesh to burn and all at Broadway to watch
Burn burn burn
I want to light you on fire
And throw a happening around your stench
Burn you to the cross
Or burn you to the market stock
Burn you to the television
Or burn you in the Hamptons
I want to see you burn
I want to hear your heated screams
I want to see your flesh melt
And the dollar coins fall from your pockets
Back to my earth
Burn, burn, burn.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.28.16:30:00 @ 1515 NYC
01.08.30.03:13:00 @ 296 NYC
Buh- bye
And with those last words
She paid her dues
She’s gone forever
Turned the corner
Never before here again
“Buh- bye”
“Buh- bye”
She said in her muttered voice
Her hair messed up
Like she just got up
From last night’s pancake house
Flattened
I won’t see her around here no more
Not at the cornerstone
Not at the bar
Not at the leftover room
Or under-stove stool
“Buh- bye”
She said
In her soft-toned voice
Her scratchy vocals
Her song of songs
“Buh- bye”
She said in my ear
Whispered to my insides
Kept from me for years
“Buh- bye”
She said along
Sing along
A children’s song
“Buh- bye”
She said
And she was gone
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.16.16:37:19 @ 1515 NYC
Bible Is The Womb
Inside I only hear lost voices
Taste buds of the tongue
And burnt sensations at fingertips
Healed now
Forgotten cries and howls
Daughters lost and stolen
Sons sent for battle to fight
Gone now
Her new spring dress bleached
Stained from the power struggle
Laughter kept away
Hidden from yesterday’s children
The trees now sway
Without a trace of wind
The rain soaks up the ground
And the dead rise from the earth
You are not sad today
Just remembering the horror
Of airplane dreams
And truth of today’s news
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.05.23.17:43:00@GUGGENHEIMMUSEUMNYC
Blue Moon Daddy
High sky times
No more punk
Just corner planters
And teenage crowds
She made Daddy pay for the cab
And bubblegum
She made Daddy pay for hair bronze
And dance lessons
Four star tribute
And no one in white cares
Twenty-Four heroes
And not mine
She made Daddy pay for the work order
And golden pop
She made Daddy pay for the alcohol
And television show
Limousine won’t pick me up
And black cars ignore me
Irving Plaza wanted sex with me
And I didn’t even dare
She made Daddy pay for the pony ride
And limited edition vinyl
She made Daddy pay for court papers
And thankyous by grace
Candle memorials with signage
Directional turns and onlookers
Leather jackets and photographers
A piece of apple pie
She made Daddy pay for the helmet
And cherry flavor
She made Daddy pay for the holy prayer
And cream
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.04.18.12:09:16@296NYC
Romantic Lovie
Oh Romeo
My big buddy
My fat cat
Sweet stinker
You run after fishy
You are a great thumper
Romping around
Running around
Laughing
Goofy
Oh Romeo
You black and white
You big eyed wonder
You silly goose!
Showing a path
A running bolt
A stalker
And birdie chirper
Lovie Dovie in bed
Humping thy breast
Tonight, and night
Tickle Tickle toe tickler
Oh Romeo
What?
Whadya say?
What?
You want to play with fishy??
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.22.01:39:49 @ 296NYC
Cheesecake, Blueberry Pie
Cheesecake
Blueberry Pie
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Brownies
Peanut Butter Heaven
Raspberry Croissant
Banana Bread
Crumb Coffee Cake
Chocolate Covered Pretzels
Mississippi Mud Pie
Apple Strudel
Fudge
Key Lime Pie
Apple Pie
Oreo Cake
Carrot Muffin
Chocolate Glazed Doughnuts
Seven Layer Cake
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.14.23:48:13 @ 296NYC
Tooth Fighter of the Night
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I won’t let you down.
I’ll rise straight back up
From the dead
From the dirt in which I’m buried under.
I’d burn in hell because I’m the forgiver of greatest sins
I’d make love to you if you were a larva carcass
I’d kill your mother if only she was still alive
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll purchase products by Sony and Mattel
I’ll purchase products by Fuji and Banana Republic
I’ll strengthen my weakness by feeding on your weak
I’ll strengthen my weakness by eating at your soul
Eating the flesh off your back
Licking your blood up off the floor
Your menstrual blood
Your baby blood
Your fuck blood
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll sink under and come up again
I’ll keep coming back for more
You can’t beat me down
You can’t erase me
You can’t make me disappear
You can’t dissolve my image
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll steal your teeth and make pretty necklace charms
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll leave you stamped bills beneath your fluffy pillow
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll fuck your daughter’s angel
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I won’t amend to please or surpass your dream
I won’t soothe or edit text-based imagery
I won’t use nicer words or be romantic
I won’t laugh or cry for your benefit
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll be a fighter
I’ll search and never die
I’ll always reach higher
I’ll always try again and again
I’ll survive
I’ll listen, look, learn, live and love
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.05.01:03:14@296NYC
not mechanical
Bionic Blend
Blurred vision
Cellular devices hooked up
Surrounding my brain
Encompass my thoughts
Bookend around the B Train
RA-Dio waves passing through
Traveling speeds
Fast speed
High on crack
On wave tunes
High tunes
Electronic exchanges
B sides
Brave ballrooms
Hung balls
Nut cracking massages
Super Duper High Tech
Revolution
Lube
Glued
television
multiplication the simplification
B frank B kite B byte
Singapore
Tye
Von
Ren the dollar, rent the book
Streak
Light
Mental note
note of sugar
Sugar cane
note in the bag
B
B the travel
B the plane
jet just blast
Bring on
Become the ring
Role off the tongue
9 8 20 23 20 2 sea you 2 Bnm
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.21.12:47:34 @ 296 NYC
Sad
Sad because you don’t know why
Sad because I made a black painting
Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear
Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me
Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy
Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music
Sad because she knows
Sad because she is so mighty
Sad because she is so beautiful
Sad because she is so right
Sad because she is so tremendous
Sad because she is not here
Sad because she is not mine
Sad because a candle burns alone
Sad because I smell of smoke
Sad because I’ve been sold
Sad because my property went
Sad because
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City
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
Mistake Win
I never thought you could recover from the mistakes you made
But now tears roll down my eyes and all I want
Is my cheek to be next to yours
I never thought I could be wrong or make someone so beautiful
But now the mirror is broken and the garage glass shattered
You made me mad because you should have waited.
Now you have left with no news of today; only yesterday
Mistakes come and go
People come and go
But I’ll never find another lesson
Another bruise
Another time for manipulation or prostitution
Youve inspired me to grow up
Grow older
And grow higher
But now youve left me
With my fist in the glass; bloody
It’s pouring rain outside
But I am not wet
The wind is burning my face
But it is not windy
The ground is shaking beneath me
But the money is not falling from the tree
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.03:16:00@296NYC
00.11.12.24:45:00@296NYC
Vomit
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit in my dreams
I vomit on the land
We rolled around
In that orange and green
In that yellow and brown
In that neon blue
We rolled around
Horsed around
Fooled around
I punctured her skin
With my stick
We had a fuck
In that vomit
Vomit all around
Puke on myself
She puked on me
And then I on her
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit on her hands
I vomit on her payment
We paid each other
Went our ways
I never saw her again
But I have a trail of vomit
Leading down to my cock
And now I’m going
And I’ll puke some more
Vomit some more
And smell the stench
In my dreams
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.20.10:38:46 @ In my dreams PMSMCA
Face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I’ll believe in God
I’ll fall in love
I’ll talk to my mother
Let me just have one look
Just for a little while
I want to see
I want to see your sculpted face
Let me see your face
I have to see your face
Please, let me see your face
I want to see your face
I need to see your face
Just one little glimpse
One quick look
A little gaze
A brief squint
Let me see your image
Let me see your chiseled face
Let me see your beauty
Let me see why people are running
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I have to see your face
Let me trace your outlines
Allow me to enter peace
I must see your face
I have to see it now
I can’t go on living
I need the proof to survive
I heard about your face
Magnificent
Vibrant
Godly
Surreal
I want to see your face
Let me see your face
I beg you
I will turn away right away
Let me see your face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC