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Dear Ms. Copyright #2

Dear Ms. Copyright,

 

I received your letter in response to the previous acceptance. Unfortunately, we cannot fully accommodate your needs and/or requests. You have not pre-determined your Act in which we would need to comply with. We are unaware, at this time, of such an Act which engages the reasonings of one, two, or three, in or during the proposal. I apologize in advance but the Nevada lay cannot occur due to the following reason. I am happy to inform you that your prize package has changed to include a trip to London and a visit from Jack the Ripper!

 

We encourage you to quickly return to the home of your choice, we will then award you with the fabulous prize of, once again, Exchange Material Overhaul. We hope you enjoy your gifts and prizes.

 

Should you have any questions, feel free to contact us.

 

Sincerely,

Surprise Surprise Department

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.11.23.18:21:08 @ 296 New York City

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Dear Ms. Copyright

Dear Ms. Copyright,

 

I received your phone call regarding our previous encounter with the elements of reasonings one, two, and three. At this time, we have reviewed your proposal and have accepted it. We will send you a voucher for two airline tickets to Las Vegas. There you will meet up with Elvis. Upon arrival you will not get laid like you do on the volcanic islands, but maybe Elvis has something up his sleeve. We are unsure of the details at this moment.

 

When you return to your present home, we will then award you with the fabulous prize of Exchange Material Overhaul. We hope you enjoy your gifts and prizes.

 

Should you have any questions, feel free to contact us.

 

Sincerely,

Surprise Surprise Department

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.10.17.16:15:14 @ 1515 New York City

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Defend

I’ll defend you to the night’s end, and to the world’s collapse

I’ll defend you to the critic’s slays, and diamond pushers

I’ll defend you to the photographer from the press, and the ladies in dress

 

I’ll defend your wonderful faults and talented beauties

I’ll defend your mistakes and errors, your weaknesses and illnesses

I’ll defend your sadness and loneliness, and let you be yourself

 

I’ll defend your name and the actions you make

I’ll defend your black paintings and the music you listen too

I’ll defend your taste and the diseases you breed

 

I’ll defend your personality and your secrets

I’ll defend your honor and your death

I’ll defend your history and all the work you do

 

I’ll defend you when you are gone, and when you are present

I’ll defend you when you are crawled up in the fetal position, in the corner, or on the doctor’s table

I’ll defend you when your score plays on loud speakers throughout the world’s places of worship

 

I’ll defend your previous lovers and dreams

I’ll defend your impressions and alterations

I’ll defend your movements and realizations

 

I’ll defend you to the side gallerists, and the avid collector

I’ll defend you to the writer’s questions, and the curator’s contact

I’ll defend you to the Holy denials, and the waves of the sea

 

I’ll defend you, forever and ever,

she whispered in my ear,

as the fear I once had,

came true

at 41.

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.24.09:36:40@1515NYC

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Deeper

Inched in

Penetrated your walls

Your barriers

Your strict bloody cavity

Pushed through the membranes

The vessels that provide

 

Inched in

Had combat with your surroundings

Notified you I was coming in

Entering from atop

Going far inside

Feeling around for your thoughts

 

Inched in

Deeper

and

Deeper

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.12.16:07:10 @ 1515 nyc

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Dear Lionel

I couldn’t imagine doing art without you in my life

Now you are gone forever

You never signed, only loved

Thank you for the inspiration

And the Number One

 

Wall drawings were erected

Danced to your wonders

My heart is empty

Continuously

And today, I’m without you

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.09.04.11:17:54@1515NYC

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Don’t F With Me

Don’t Fuck With Me!

Don’t say you are going to phone, and don’t.

Don’t say you promise, and you don’t come through.

Don’t say you’ll dance with me, and you don’t!

Don’t fuckin fuck with me!

 

Don’t Fuck With Me!

Don’t say one thing, and do the direct opposite.

Don’t say you’ll visit me, and you don’t.

Don’t say you’ll attend the exhibit, and you don’t show up.

Don’t say you’ll cook dinner, and you don’t.

Don’t say you’ll be in New York, and you don’t come.

 

Don’t fuckin fuck with me!

Don’t tell me lies.

Don’t tell me you went off the pill.

Don’t tell me you won’t see me anymore.

Don’t tell me you got wed behind my back.

Don’t tell me you are a man.

Don’t tell me your mother wants you back home at eight.

Don’t tell me you left for the coast.

Don’t tell me that your lover is back in your life.

Don’t fuckin F with me.

Don’t fuckin lie.

Don’t fuckin be bitch.

A coward.

A slut fuck.

Don’t bend over and kiss the witness goodbye.

 

Don’t F with me!

Don’t fuckin penetrate my mind for one instant, then leave.

Don’t fuckin take the cheap fix.

Don’t be faceless in my life.

Don’t fuckin play the bass and leave the stage.

Don’t fuckin back out now.

Don’t Fuck with Me!

 

Don’t Fuckin F with me....

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.06.05.17:33:02@1515NYC

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Dumped

She dumped me like sea salt

She dumped me into the river of leftovers

She walked away,

 from what I perceived,

 as the greatest relationship in the world

But now it’s over

I’ve been dumped

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.06.04.17:01:27 @ 1515 NYC

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Don’t Wait Up For Me

How long has it been?

 

Operator, please put the phone call through

Haven’t heard your beautiful voice in days

 

Wish I could be with you for eternity

Your positives and negatives

 

I just won’t get over it

I just won’t get into the swing with you

 

 

How long has it been?

 

I’ll send you an SOS signal and see if you receive it

Follow me and not get wed or committed

 

Wish I could share unique languages with you

That can only be understood between you and I

 

Stay up late with me and ignore me when I’m not me

Wake up early with me for flights to foreign escapes

 

 

It’s been forever

Our lines are dead; they never were.

I think of you night and day.

Time is passing.

 

 

How long has it been?

 

Briefly we spoke together at the open table

Discovered hidden truth

 

Wish I could be among your spot of blue and loneliness

Above ground and below the earth’s lie

 

Kiss your cheek under the setting sun

And laugh with intelligent curves

 

 

How long has it been?

 

I saw your warm body everyday among my cold sheets

Even met those you care for

 

Wish you could be my lover’s tongue

That slips in and out of my conscious memory

 

Run with me to conquer this fairy-tale

Let’s whisper secrets of passion

 

 

 

 

It’s been forever

I’m closing the door.

Going for a lengthy walk to the end.

There is nothing around but the left over scent of your sexuality.

 

 

How long has it been?

 

Moments could have lasted if we didn’t read ourselves incorrectly

Seen the importance of one another

 

Wish I could have that rough sensual fornication we share

On those lost rainy nights

 

Gone blooming like a flower today

Became a perceptual subliminal person today

 

 

 

Don’t wait up long for me,

I’m not coming home tonight.

 

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.15.16:58:21@1515NYC

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Dreamers

Dreamers in the morning

Dreamers in the evening

Dreamers dreaming

That I’m gone

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.03.04:00:00 @ 296NYC

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defeat

I’m defeated.

I’ve got nothing left.

Zero.

 

I’m hung over.

On that bridge.

About to jump.

Who’s going to catch me?

I don’t need you to respond.

I need you to know, which bridge will I choose?

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.02.18.22:36:00 @ 296 NYC

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Deaf As A Dog

deaf as a dog doesn’t like camel shit.

twice on the hamper, been around back, been around front.

bubble double don’t want in the tub, trouble my hubble

telescopic pebble!

cause i made it big

never mind, when your older you’ll understand

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.01.03.18:28:22@296NYC

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Dark

I wrote a poem today.

I wrote it for you.

I read it out loud.

For the world to hear.

 

The angel’s ears were open.

They listened and judged.

They took me by the hand.

And turned me around.

 

They threw me up against the wall.

Took the needles out of my pocket.

Arrested me for love.

And carried me away to God.

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.09.03.17:55:55@296NYC

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Dirt

  I’m digging in the dirt.

  What will I find?

 

  I’m digging in the dirt.

  What will I find today?

 

 

I’m digging deeper

Deep in the depth of this rich dirt

Soil of the hands

Minerals of the soul

 

I’m digging deeper today

Down in the depths of the earth

What will I find?

What will I dig up?

Excavate?

Reveal?

 

I’m digging in the dirt.

I see an eye looking up at me

I see that beautiful eye in the soil

Under that dirt

Under that veil

Behind that wall

Behind that barrier

 

I’m digging down

I see her piercing through

Bolting like a standing beauty

Electrifying and gorgeous

Lighting up the ground

 

I grasp her hand

Soft and tender

I reach down and pull her out of the dirt

Out of today’s soil

Out of yesterday’s mud

 

I pull her up onto the earth

Onto myself

Locked

No dirt to be found.

 

 

  I’m digging in the dirt.

  What will I find?

 

  I’m digging in the dirt.

  What will I find today?

 

 

The majestic beauty arose

Her curves conquer the sea

Her eyes speak languages of lust

Her lips soft and pink

Her mind, open -

 

 

  I’m digging in the dirt.

  What will I find?

 

 

I found the angel of beauty.

The dirt.

The beauty of dirt.

And the angel sleeping beneath my feet.

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.06.19.13:33:55@1515NYC

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Damaged

Damage my heart

Damage my memory

Damage me to eternity

so, I don’t feel anything

nothing.

 

Fill my suitcase with damage

Take my mother away from me

Leave your kiss on my skin

Damage my surface

 

Bring on the storm

Push me off,

fall from the sky

Fall like a rock,

a bird.

 

Damage me

Damage my driven love

Damage my thirst and hunger

Damage my wings

 

Forget about my world

The words I speak

and hands I hold

Damage them.

 

Teach me about the lust

About the remembrances

The walkways to heaven

and your God.

 

Clue me into your universe

Let me speak when spoken to

Let me listen forever

Let me feel the wind and taste the salt

 

Damage my mind

Damage my hands

Damage my art

Damage my love

 

Nothing

Nothing is left

In my empty hands

No one to grace

No one to lose

No one at all.

 

Damage me to wood

Wood of the earth

And sweat of my peoples

Damage me to the dirt

Dirt of the heart

And tears from them.

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.06.13.17:16:58 @ 1515 NYC

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Death

His smile was no longer, just a frown, but why not a glorious smile? He had a mask of clean make-up on. It covered his cold thin body from head to toe. His grey hair perfectly combed like the work of insects with three days remaining to live. His bony structure punctured the newly starched white shirt and purchased black suit by an Italian designer. His frail dead hands held a rosary made of wood. The fresh colorful flowers filled the air capturing the scent of death. Such a large variety of flowers they did not even have time to burn their names into my memory. The large cranberry-red candle near the head of the coffin burned away spirits or rotting flesh. His veins pumped with stimulants of formaldehyde. To make him last longer, or at least until his burial the next morning.

 

The busy wall-paper pattern must be a great distraction. Makes everyone forget why the Priest is there and that a dead body is just at the front of the room. Makes people forget about the bouncing child on the imported sofa. I can see a cheap tissue box next to every finely upholstered chair in the room. But I do not see any trash can in sight.

 

The women with mustaches and the men with overweight problems, all these family and friends who I have not seen in years nor do I care to see; they all have problems with invading my personal space. I keep moving away but I bump into the fresh flowers. I can’t move further; I might bump the wooden box of thousands of dollars.

 

Amongst the laughter here are a few odd things I heard at the viewing:

“He’s gay!”

“Malcom X”

“Tennis”

“Penis”

and

“I felt threatened by your mother”

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.20.03:24:10 @ 296 NYC

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The delivery type has not been selected

Yes it has.

I know I did.

Yes I did.

Oh gosh

Oh jolly gosh

Every little thing is gonna be all right

Japanese

Miami

Chicago

And back home

Could it be

Blue eyes

Mickey!

Oooooo

Sweet stinker!

 

Shoot

Darn it!

I missed out

I missed it

I’ll get in

Never doubt

Sugar

Shuga

Cube in the tube

Lube up

I’m going in

Coming out

 

I selected

It ain’t judgement day

Election or discriminate

I’ll be ready to terminate

Flick the switch

Powerful

Baby.

 

Oh well

I’ll see you later

Alligator

I’m walking

To the beat

The beat drum

I’m sexy

On the cat walk

Cat walk

 

Here we go

Round town

Driving around

Follow up

Milk shake

Thousand pounds

No more frowns

I’m smiling, smiling now

Can’t you see

My head just burst

I’ve got a bubble on my mind

Bubble on my mind...

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.01.11.01:01:01 @ 296 NYC

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Dream Disease

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

 

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

 

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

Warhol

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.04.27.03:11:09 @ 296 NYC

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Destruction of Innocence

Dive into the mere nothingness of vast blackness

  dead sky

  and lonely chambers

  that I once knew

 

I can buy you a music personality

  make you a hand puppet

  and give you my puppy dog eyes

  under my skin

 

I’m just a scratched hunter

  insecure of pleasure

  underdeveloped in the area of redness

  and silent in timely hopes

 

Let me breathe

  and push me away

I’ll find you under trap doors

  and beneath the sea

 

Become forbidden with me

  tear yourself away

Become silent with me

  and lay under the stars

 

Let me in

  and you’ll be my magnet

I’ll find you under the rubble

  and beneath the flame

 

Become bitten with me

  surrender to your surroundings

Become bonded with me

  and smile with my smirk

 

I claim the moon to be yours

  it’s my gift to you

  the stars are for you

  all this for you

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.02.01.16:45:11 @ NYC

00.02.08.22:15:15 @ Brooklyn

00.02.09.01:53:50 @ 296 NYC

00.02.09.12:35:41 @ 1515 NYC

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dhubpup (Poopsie the Rooster & Fluffernutter)

Poopsie Whoopsie Woopsie Doo!

I fell on my bottom

Oh boy oh booty do!

 

Rooster Goose I once knew a Moose

A mouse in a house of course

 

Cutsie Poototsie Plus

Whacky Wacky Wacked-A-Roo

Whimped Wump Woo

 

Barefooten frook-a-doo!

 

Guess What?

Chicken Butt!

Shut my mut til my smut gut lut

Shrink brink dink sink mink

link a kink a rink a fool!

 

Banana Peanut Butter

Fluffernutter shutter

OOOOooooooooooooo

 

April Fresh

Don’t want to make a mess

How about less stress better be ness!

 

Big boss moss

Lost a sea a man at frost

 

She shore sunny day

Maybe today maybe tomorrow

Hay day, Hey La La!

 

Whacky Whacked Whack-a-Roo

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!

Jack Smack Pack my Rat

Jack Rack Duck my chin

Dine Mine Rhine o Rhyme!

Deep Deeper Deepest Dope

 

Poopsie Whoopsie Woopsie Doo!

I fell on my bottom

Oh boy oh booty do!

Now what do I do??

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.01.27.03:57:17@296NYC

00.02.03.03.20:12@296NYC

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