David Harth 1999-05-13 David Harth 1999-05-13

Drifters

I hate the drifters

That come from city to city

Hole to hole

They just come here to steal, absorb and conquer

They dig their trenches

And bury us in our flooded redness

Beat

And felt up like a hell-hole

Of under represented

Not respected twenty-eights

Drifters

Those fuckers

The nerve of them

Giving me unordered spinal-taps

Making me have oral condensation

Listening to star

They come and go

Travel on

But I don’t need them

Or you

Because you abused

You used

You are a drifter

I hate those drifters

In and out they come

They never stay a while

For a cup of English tea

They take away our teddy bears

No try-ons, just thieves

Everyone is like a walking sarcophagus

Filled with freshly read newspapers

They borrow and burrow deep down inside

They don’t get to know

The take and never give

Those drifters

The just spend your money

And waste your time for some delight

And leave out the back door

With your warm towel

Damn drifters.

99.05.10.02:05:04 @ 296

99.05.11.12:17:28 @ 296

99.05.13.13:32:25 @ 1515

David Harth 1998-12-27 David Harth 1998-12-27

Darkness (Version #2)

I’m starting to descend

Into the angel’s grave

I’m painting dark paintings now

Come into their depth

The paintings are blackness

Cold, dark midnight blue

I need to bolt them to the walls

Permanent and Resistant

To the children’s grabbing

And to Salomé

My passion is growing

To fertilize the land

With my lasting soul

My shadows no longer lurk

They capture me and pull me

To the underground

The silence is no longer my enemy

But my constant friend

And eager lover

They continue to lie to me

Telling me about the fantasy lover fame

And I cannot even make a frame

I pretend all these years

Not to work in a morgue

Not to feel the grooves in which we slide

The door is opening for me

I must go

For it is time

To move

The door is ajar

I can see the darkness

Forgive me

As I must go ...

98.12.27.22:09:49 @ 296 NYC

David Harth 1998-12-08 David Harth 1998-12-08

Daily

I think of needs

And want the wants

But when it comes down to the simplicity of it all

Its so difficult to just be

So I wind down the clock

Take it back

Fix up the drugs

Give myself the injection

And think about her

I rank on the thoughts

Contemplating it all

The worlds collide

And the wonders keep up the juxtaposition

She says shes not the devil

She does not torture me

But I know the facts

She is just a playboy spinner

I sit quietly in the corner

So when I come up

One day

She'll say hello

In a different kind of way

98.12.08.21:36:19@505NJ

David Harth 1998-10-19 David Harth 1998-10-19

Dollar For A Dream

Why did you bend down towards me?

Show me your cleavage?

And how do you do that trick

And spin your necklace around and around

Your charm falling between your breasts?

Why do you do that?

Flaunt and tease me

Putting handcuffs on my warm hands

And make my heart full of a snake’s cold blood?

And how do you cast shadows

And make the darkest night darker

How come my depth is only commercial to you

Yet you can reveal your inner self

Infront of me with your tits?

Why is it when I mention real English

You shutter at the thought of what I say?

Why do you do that?

And question my origin?

How come you can leave it open

Or close it

But when I come in

It does not exist?

How come the power that can be seen

And the mirage that can be felt

May seem to me

Just a fake orgasm?

Just a time that I want to hold onto forever?

Why do you do that?

Why do you shove your breasts in my face

If I have not given you a dollar

for a dream?

98.10.19.03:41:07@505NJ07430

David Harth 1998-09-14 David Harth 1998-09-14

Dance of Love

Walking away

Taking you by the hand

Killing rabbits driving by

Thousands subjected by blood

It’s Christ who is preventing

Yorkers are telling me I’m going to Hell

I love you

Really, I love you

How to express it

How to find it

I’m taking you by the hand

I can repeat

I’m entitled

Let’s have sex

Baby

Devour me

Sink on me

And show me your inner light

Pour some golden honey down your back

Glide, slide and feel your inside

Dance

The times are mammoth

This town, I’ll get out of

No one said anything

When I put a gun up against my head

I love you

I do

It’s Christ who stands in the center

It’s God who is the devil

It’s me who you see, you fuck you like to draw on your April birthdays

It’s Valentine’s day

And you think you know my rap

Mother fucker

You just fucked your mother

Political bullshitter

I think I’ll be the baby sitter

I love you.

98.09.14.24:43:00@NJ

David Harth 1998-09-09 David Harth 1998-09-09

(Disease)

witchcraft taxes

whirlwind cyclops of Cassidy kids

dumfounded complex glass dusters

inject me with lost blood of

your period slash soul

question authority after the fuckers

bend my metal brain plates

deflower my fluid and suck out my protein levels

spinal tap screw driver me 13 times twice

fetal neuro and nurse me to

better times

because I love you

calendar years and days pass

I’ll be a cure for your horrors

and blow my raw head off

to save your thoughts from puberty dreams

and maggot pussy holes

upon grandmother’s Chinese carpet

98.09.09.16:19:00@1515 Broadway NYC

David Harth 1998-08-27 David Harth 1998-08-27

duck duck dye today

death is only a matter of time

created by your own thoughts

of adventure

and bi-products

of mankind so-called corporate relationships

duck can be found on canal

just a way from 296 past the restaurant machinery stretch

kansas knows what i talk about

on occasion

it’s the greatest

the most possible

that split second, its alive

grey skies over tone

cartoons of refreshed coffee brews

avenue west of london memories

and numbers inside humid times

burning cigarettes

proving love and vitamin c

beach bundles exploring inns

coming together

dinner times

how much is that?

light magic

complicated on her breasts

in the bottom of my mind

my lips tied together

stapled with rusty school bikes

protected over

not giving in

hiding the want of malcolm x blvd

and putting on girlie underwear

showering tests

so happy to take a normal one

after those bad meds

98.08.27.19:06:17 @ NYC

David Harth 1997-10-20 David Harth 1997-10-20

Dream

I met her

just the other day

she was walking

in my shadow

I knew her all along

but just met her the other day

Beauty presented herself

In my darkness

She came in front of me

My lonesome path

She entered me

passed through me

but she got caught

caught in my heart

She is dancing there

dancing, wearing black velvet

She thinks there

and as She does

I whisper to Her

during the nighttime

and day

I try to dream

but no memories come out

accept the one in my shadow

the Princess of my heart

97.10.20.21:46:22@505MAHWAH

David Harth 1997-05-12 David Harth 1997-05-12

Darkness

Approach the darkness

encompass it

hold it

let your dreams dive into it

share the memories

don’t be afraid

the love will last

and pull you through

the darkness

it makes us scared

and some strong

to me, though,

darkness is good,...

because you don’t know who kisses you.

97.05.12.16:19:33@NYC

David Harth 1997-05-01 David Harth 1997-05-01

Do you prefer angels or devils?

On sunny days I like angels.

On rainy days I like devils.

On some sunny days I like devils.

On some rainy days I like angels.

On all sunny days I like angels.

On all sunny days I like devils.

On all rainy days I like angels.

On all rainy days I like devils.

Sometimes I am one.

Or the other.

Other times I pretend. Or dress up.

Other times, its someone in the mirror,

or over my shoulder.

Sometimes you are.

I prefer both.

Red or Cold.

Heaven and Hell.

Both, below and above,

from the East they come.

Dig down or rise high.

It’s a position I’m always in.

A debate I continue every day.

Sunny or rainy.

97.05.01.01:33:00@NYCUSA