Clothing
When you wear my clothes, I love it so much
When you are wearing my blue sweater or grey sweats
My brown shirt or thick socks,
I love it so much
Something so simple
Not often thought about
But makes me in full bliss
Happiness
I love it.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.16:21:42:205HudsonNYC
Cold
It’s been cold in my office for days now.
Unusual.
Even more unusual that I’m actually putting on another shirt.
Yes, even I’m a bit chilly. Or, perhaps even cold.
And when this coldness surrounds me,
I can’t help but think of you,
And all the days you’ve been cold in your office.
Putting on your extra layers,
And sipping your hot chocolate.
This cold,
It reminds me of you,
And how much I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.30.10:29:04@205HudsonNYC
Cannons
When I hear the cannons,
I think of you.
In beautiful white.
Walking to the completion of yourself.
Your life long partner.
The love of your life.
Reflection of your spirit.
Your soulmate.
When I hear the cannons,
I’ll be waiting for years but only minutes.
Arrive in my arms and become forever mine.
Hold my hands and interlock.
Become the woman you’ve dreamed of.
The one half of me, and I, the one half of you.
Let the orchestra play.
And the guests gaze in amazement.
When I hear the cannons,
You are beautiful.
With the gorgeous smile you possess.
The walk you dance.
Your blue eyes glaring at mine.
Captivating every chamber of my heart.
I am yours.
And you are mine.
When I hear the cannons,
Peace is through the land.
The sun shines on rainy days.
Clouds part to display doves in flight.
Your heart mixes with mine.
Together we become one.
And one we are.
Because it is love we share.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.22.02:41:21@296NYC
Calling
I’ve been called.
It’s time to go,
I travel forth,
forward
without support.
I’ve been called.
It’s something I have to do.
I must cross the borders,
draw outside of the lines
follow my heart.
I need your support.
But you don’t give it.
I want your support
But you don’t offer it.
I’m alone
with no support.
I’ve been called.
It’s time to go.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
A&E, LTR
04.06.07.22:32:00@296NYC
Calling Your Name
I’m calling your name.
Why can’t you hear me?
I’m leaning out the window.
I’m shouting for you.
I’m expressing my most honest emotions.
I’m showing you.
I’m illustrating to you.
I’m becoming vulnerable.
I’m about to love you.
I’m calling your name.
I’m in love with you.
Why don’t you hear me call your name?
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.05.01.22:58:23@296NYC
Constant Wanting
Looking.
Seeking.
Waiting.
To my right, no, not there.
To my left, no, not there.
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Where?
At the grocery store.
On the subway.
Riding the bus.
At the gallery.
Walking on the sidewalk.
In the museum.
Where?
Right next to me.
Daily.
In my heart.
Looking.
Seeking.
Waiting.
Always wanting.
Constant craving.
Hopeless Romantic,
Define Me.
Make Me.
Beautify Me.
Where?
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Lying right next to me.
Meeting my family.
With my friends.
Next door.
Sharing with me.
Escaping with me.
Learning.
Living.
Loving.
Looking.
Seeking.
Waiting.
Always,
a craving.
Always,
a constant wanting.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.06.27.20:14:10@296NYC
Crawl
slowly
uncovering
I approach steadily
with my eyes squinting in the dark light
with my nose downwards, sniffing the night air
my hands in front of me
my legs below me
laying horizontally
I slowly crawl across
approach with precise caution
my smooth hands touch the sides
gliding towards
I get closer and closer
crawling nearer
my eyes speaking
my tongue licking my lips
about to divulge in my prey
my feet and calf muscles push me in closer
my elbows dig a deeper brace among the surroundings
my fingers know the direction
the scent is stronger than ever
I feel the heat coming
not even exhausting
but surely, pulsating
even towards me
finally, my head is near
my mouth opens
my tongue extends outwards
and with beautiful strokes and touches
I lick your pussy
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.30.17:57:34@1515NYC
Copenhagen
Copenhagen, how I love you
Copenhagen, how I wish to make sweet love to you
Copenhagen, how your skin is so smooth and soft
Copenhagen, how your lips are so perfectly plump and rose
Copenhagen, how your breasts are so full and formed
Copenhagen, how your ass is so tight and round
Copenhagen, how your eyes are so radiating and powerful
Copenhagen, how I love you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.14.13:14:15@1515NYC
Coffee Shop
It was in the Coffee Shop
Where we met face to face
I was drinking mine black
You entered from the rear
Came right up to me
Standing over me at the table
In your black fitted suit
My one hand grasping the ceramic mug
My other hand placed on the clean smooth table
Sugar, salt shaker, pepper shaker, sit on the surface
You approached me without warning
Now hovering over me
Towering over my structure and thin beard
Dressed in black
We exchange words
Only briefly
With secret glances
Opera music plays in the background
Filling the surroundings
Echoing in our minds
Together
Languages not understood
Flash by my ears
My piece sits in my jacket pocket
We acknowledge that our paths have been crossed
The blue hiss from the lights above radiates us with an iridescent glow
Like fish in the dead sea
I’m unaware that our paths will cross once more
With you murdering me
Not knowing who I am or what I am made of
You depart my table
Your black suit taken with you
You exit through the front
I sip my black coffee
And think about my love
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.01.13:08:50@1515NYC
Can’t Wait
I can’t wait to take you to the park to play catch.
I can’t wait to take you to the circus.
I can’t wait to take you on the Circle Line boat around Manhattan.
I can’t wait to take you to the Museum of Natural History.
I can’t wait to take you to see the Egyptian art.
I can’t wait to take you to the top of the Empire State Building.
I can’t wait to just be with you on a sunny spring day.
I can’t wait to build a snow man with you and have hot chocolate.
I can’t wait to startup your Matchbox Car collection.
I can’t wait to color outside the lines with you.
I can’t wait for all these wonderful things
All these wonderful times
You and I will have together
Because you are my nephew
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.08.23:50:46 @ 296 NYC
Closed (Version #2)
It’s closed
It’s shut
It’s no longer open
It’s no longer wide
It’s closed down
Retired
Put on the shelf
Nothing left
Zero
Nothing here
Gone
Closed
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.09.12:57:34 @ 296 NYC
Celebrating Age
77
Shipped
84
Shipped
95
Boxed
82
Boxed
71
Shipped
88
Shipped
75
Boxed
68
Boxed
71
Shipped
89
Shipped
94
Shipped
79
Shipped
83
Shipped
And that’s how we treat the elderly today
We either ship them off to old age homes
Or box ‘em up for burial.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.21.19:56:42 @ 296 NYC
Couldn’t Possibly
One more time
One last time
Said She
Morning hours now
Dawn light sheds its tale
On these white bed sheets
A cool glass of water
Sits on the bedside table
Moisture condensing on the side of the glass
Friday night’s bouquet sits alone
With nothing left to love
Not even a voice or tear
Tulips of orange and yellow
The scent capturing a moment
No longer here today, yesterday
A warm breeze enters the room
Lifting up the love note from the linens
Making it swirl around in the room
Can you find it?
Can you please find it?
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.16.16:25:00@TampaIntAirport
Capital Of The World
Embroidery Capital Of The World
King Crab Capital Of The World
Tupperware Capital Of The World
Chocolate Capital Of The World
Short Pig Capital Of The World
Caffeine Capital Of The World
Horseradish Capital Of The World
Dead Stinky Capital Of The World
Lonely Capital Of The World
Fishing Capital Of The World
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.01.00:00:00@NYC
01.09.01.00:00:00@NYC
01.10.01.00:00:00@NYC
Cirville
You stupid fuck,
I’ll rip out your eye balls
I’ll tear off your testicles
And replace them with your ear lobes
I’ll shove a cattle prod up your ass
and turn you into hot corn beef
I’ll introduce you to Rochelle
Make you in debt for life
I won’t bring back your owner,
but I’ll take your job forever
Maybe even kill your daughter
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.06.01:24:40@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
Comparison To A Hard Roll
One is hard
One is soft
One is old
One is young
One tastes sweet to men
One tastes sweet to women
One has impersonators
One is an impersonator
One goes well with soup
One goes well with meat
One is a world favorite
One is a family favorite
One produces inspiration
One listens for inspiration
One has been cataloged
One will be cataloged
One will be remembered
One remembers
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.17.14:51:00@BABSON/MASS.