Dreaming Of The Dead
Remembering your white grassy hair.
Bad breath behind my neck.
My facial hair falls out,
Into the sink and down the drain.
My mother is remarried now,
My father caught me masturbating.
My aunt forced me to have sex,
My uncle bathed me in gasoline.
These are the times I remember.
Yet you keep on telling me to not give up.
I have friends that care.
Someone loves me.
The last time I checked,
Mirrors don’t show my reflection,
The shoes I wear are too small for my feet,
And I’ve never eaten a piece of fruit that wasn’t spoiled.
My ark is here.
I’ll sing my boatman’s song,
Pull up my anchor,
And leave you alone.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.24.15:45:54@599BwayNYC
Departing Love
My hearing is gone
I can no longer listen
Your voice is not heard
The music no longer plays
Softening of footsteps in the distance
The gentle rustle of leaves in a tree
Active children at the playground
The static noise of nothingness
I hear nothing
I’m deaf now
My ears have died
It is my eyes that now listen
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.16.15:11:49@205HudsonNYC
Days After
Days after
I slid my fingers in your tight pussy lips
I can still smell the scent of you on my fingers
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.07.12:15:05@296NYC
Doctor, Doctor! I’m Drowning In This River
Deeper and deeper, I go, diving in the deep
She phoned the doctor when she saw how far I went
I put her in convulsions, she obtained no sleep
Noticed I was the one in her dreams, I was the one to keep
Couldn’t believe how I sunk down under and in
Just months ago on the street, I did sweep
The surrounding pool, so comfortably warm to my skin
Full moon over in the dark cave sky
Hooked on my passionate smirk, my innocent grin
Took her around the corner, took her out for a spin
Whirlwind, the doctor is on alert
Soon to discover my very own kin
I’m drowning in the gush of a waterfall’s rush
Call the doctor, quickly notify
The neighbors desperately try to make us hush
No more a little decade crush
The way I penetrate the deep blue sea
All I can do is push and pull and make you flush
I’m drowning in this deepness, beyond ocean’s divide
Conquered love’s parallel
I turned this universe on its side
Split the solar system up and wide
Black hole accepting passion’s lustful thrust
Engulfed and swallowed, make me hide
Doctor! Doctor! I plead you how
Come and save me
My back, my hoe, my plow
I take until the grave, an everlasting vow
Let me look, let me listen
Make your magic, make it now
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.06.13:59:20@205HudsonNYC
Dropping Pants
I don’t know
but I was drinking tea
and let go of the cup
and spilled it all
over my lap
Morning sun came up
she rattled my hum
and it took Bangladesh
and over a ton of barking
to make the scent disappear
I couldn’t help but realize
how far deep I was
and inside I was
and surrounded by her walls
they were closing in
Woke up next to her
found yesterday’s lentil
and got my headache back
and ran to pick up the children
from after school
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.16.10:29:24@205HudsonNYC
Don’t Forget
Ocean crests break upon the beach
Rivers bend over smooth stones
Rain drizzles down on little toes
Sun sets lonely behind thunderclouds
Moon glares at the sky’s window
Stars shoot across this everlasting universe
A forest sits alone at night
Trees sway in midnight’s wind
Autumn leaves drift endlessly below
Mourning doves chirp at dawn’s light
Sparrows sing the union bells
Kites soar along harbor sails
Fire ignites the eternal flame
Double helix blends to conceive
Milk pours to the baby’s mouth
City lights shimmer upward heavenly
Plains run through metropolitan’s farm
Street stretches across to unite sapphire
Your laughter floats down my corridors of tenderness
Your voice echoes in the pockets of my heart
Your eyes illuminate my everyday existence
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.12.25.01:25:26@296NYC
Don’t Look At Me
Look the other way,
I don’t want you to see me like this.
Don’t look at me.
I’m in pieces,
little bits,
fragments.
I’m in shit.
Don’t look at my pimply face.
My scars.
My ratty hair.
My dandruff.
Look over there.
Not at me.
I’m horrible.
My puss oozes.
My hair is falling out.
I stink a stench.
Get away from me.
You don’t want to be around me.
Look at me fall apart.
My finger nails bitten.
Lint between my toes
And my ass crack.
Who am I?
I’ve been sleeping these streets.
Poor these streets.
I’m in puddles of filth.
Spit & urine.
Who am I?
Don’t look at me.
I’m nothing.
Not even a discarded piece of trash.
I am but trash. Garbage. Rotten.
Look at my teeth.
Yellow. Aged. Old.
I’m death.
And death parted me.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.21.16:56:34@205HudsonNYC
The Dead Swan
So brave with everything given
Beaten, still and motionless
Struggles to awake
With every rise his neck breaks again
Searching for his pen
Nothing found, not even a heart
Alone death embraced him
Love he had not
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.06.26.24:42:42@296NYC
Double You
On the 6th day of June
In the year of 2006,
I shall find you six minutes
Into the sixth hour past midnight
Wherever you may be,
And take you out,
Take you down.
Until you are ended,
And true freedom
Shall prevail.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.03.06.01:32:13@296NYC
Decipher The Lover’s Poetry
Hunting in the lover’s words.
Looking deep inside.
Knowing the statements.
Consuming the nightly challenges.
Bordering insanity.
Singing to the lover’s tongue.
Experiencing the thoughts.
Eating at the plate of the devil.
Smelling the scent of the lover’s breadth.
Listening to the heart.
Thanking the lover for the evening.
Laughing to the spoken silence.
Parting the lips to welcome.
Softening the touch behind the nape.
Hiding the pleasant untold secrets.
Turning over and moving your hips.
Painting the picture of the flourishing valley.
Opening the door to the soul.
Standing near the open window with a breeze in your hair.
Sharing the mind’s eye.
Feeling the sensitivity.
Playing the part of the unwanted friend.
Stretching rules and guidelines of humanity.
Changing mournful times to healthy pleasure.
Growing older with the lover hand in hand.
Greeting with a salt sea and scroll.
Penetrating walls of thick mortar.
Swimming lost oceans of messages.
Creaming whipped blends of ache.
Ending with lines of amendments.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.02.05:12:40@296NYC
Decay
I sit across from you at the dinner table
watching you decay
slowly age and quickly die
I’m not sure why you chose this path
I wish there was something I can do
instead of witness and observe
and watch you decay
into a mere sculpture of grains
I stand here watching you
act like a professional fool
a man with a huge heart
but at times perhaps too silly in states
I wish there was something I can do
beyond banning or talking
something significant to make a change
I know I can’t make you pregnant
I listen to the sounds
of swigging and hunger for drive
thank you words are not enough
for what you have done
I wish there was something I can do
tell me how I can help
instead of sitting and laughing and enjoying
as I watch you decay
I cry for you daily when you’re in sight or hidden
it hurts so much to see you this way
I don’t want to read a ready-made
a eulogy at tomorrow’s funeral
I wish there was something I can do
I’m exhausted from watching you decay
It’s affecting me and others around you
As you decay into a pool of death
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.03.19.22:14:03@296NYC
The Dirty Man
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty thoughts,
in his dirty jeans.
He had a dirty smile
and a dirty mind.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming fellow down South,
not an erect pole up North.
A smart fellow who never went down,
not even for a straight upside-down frown.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
He played in the tub,
and he double-dosed the twos.
He played in the sand box,
and he ate out the hot fox.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty sheets,
and dirty knees.
Dirty tongue,
and dirty hands.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming tropical lad at last,
not a white ghost from the past.
A smart lad who never got laid,
not even from a pretend to be maid.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.09.24:39:00@3302MIAMI
Dan Graham’s Superman
“I am Superman.”
“I am Superman.”
“I am Superman.”
said Dan Graham.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.30.01:22:24@3302MiamiBeach
Do Something
Do Something
Do Something with your life
Just Do Something
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.16.22:30:00@296NYC
Do You Dream The Way I Do?
And I asked you again,
“Do You Dream The Way I Do?”
No response
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.17:52:00@296NYC
Dying Of A Broken Heart
My eyes are failing me.
My eye sight is going.
My ears are failing me.
My hearing is going.
My spine is failing me.
My discs are out of alignment.
My throat is failing me.
My acid is eating at my esophagus.
My heart is failing me.
My doctor said that I am dying of a broken heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.12.24:08:00@296NYC