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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Dance

I would dance with you,

for no reason at all,

but that I love you.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.08.11.22:10:53@296NYC

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Dirty Rye

Coffee on the table

Bright light above me

The buzzing of Houston traffic

I see Mary,

and I order,

my sandwich.

She sucked me

Underneath the table

Above; a bright light,

with coffee.

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.06.29.11:43:20@205HudsonNYC

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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

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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

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Daniel

I thought it was you

Walking near

With your grey beard on

Pushing your child

Rolling the stroller

 

I thought it was you, Daniel

My heart fluttered

It skipped a beat

But you were not him

And he was not you

 

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.02.07.09:52:24@205HudsonNYC

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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

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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

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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

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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

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