David Harth 2026-05-06 David Harth 2026-05-06

Finding Grace

You have my heart

But my love is mine

While barefoot

I wandered into the woods

Got lost beneath the canopy of leaves

Below the needles of pine trees

Acorns at my feet

Grey skies hover overhead

Can’t see the clouds blanketing this forest

My heart tries to escape

But your hands hold me near

Tied down and guided

No echoes in faraway canyons

Attempting to evade

Making a path from beginning to end

Without a compass and without reason

Without justification and without apology

The trees sway in unison

Dancing a ballet of hidden truths

Making you a forgotten false memory

Tried to find an exit

Instead of this constant existence

Where you own my heart

And I own your heart

Where my love is mine

And your love is yours

26.05.06.15.24.02@345NYC

David Harth 2026-04-03 David Harth 2026-04-03

Fighting the Fire

The intense inferno

Crawling up each side

Engulfing your breath

Holding you as a hostage

Squeezing life out of you

Erasing your existence

Smoking you out

26.04.03.08.54.00@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2026-03-03 David Harth 2026-03-03

Five One Five

Five to One

One to Five

Ten to Five

Five to Ten

Five Fives

Fifty Ones

Two Fifties

Fifty Twos

Two Fives

One Five

One Fifty

Fifty-Two Twos

Fifty-Two Ones

Fifty-Two Fives

Two Hundreds

Five Hundreds

Fifty Hundreds

Hundred Hundreds

I’m rich!

26.03.03.08.45.56@345NYC

David Harth 2026-02-06 David Harth 2026-02-06

Finger on the Pulse

She was on the floor

Choking with a piece of meat lodged in her throat

She was a guest at the wedding

Dying

Put a finger on her neck

Her pulse is slowly disappearing

Better to make a sudden ad-hoc tracheostomy

Before she dies

On the wedding dance floor

Ambulance sirens blare in the distance

Attempting to speed on the winding roads

Flashing lights

Dinner abruptly stopped

No party

No happiness

Tainted marriage

By meat death

26.02.06.15.00.20@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2026-01-28 David Harth 2026-01-28

Feathers

In my blind effort

I had sewn the crow’s feathers

To my own shoulder blades

I admit

My idea was ill conceived

But I had to fly to the top of the mountain

To see you one more time

Instead, in my leap of faith

I fell to the ground

And the coroner announced my death

26.01.28.10.45.45@345ParkNYC

David Harth 2026-01-14 David Harth 2026-01-14

First-Class Riot

His hair was unwashed

Messy and uncombed

His face aged with last week’s shave

Sandpaper skin; rattle snake envy

Well used paperback book

He put on his dark blue Levi’s

Buttoned his collared shirt

He dusted off his leather boots

And placed his wool hat on his head

He drove his pickup truck out to the desert

Had no rhyme only reason

Searching for her name under his breath

He howled at the lonesome sky

Hot sun beat down between the clouds

Baked the cracked riverbed dry

Tumbleweed blowing in the wind’s grasp

Echoes of vultures circling overhead

He showed up late

And she was nowhere to be found

Just a damaged pocket-watch out of time

That hoped for one last chime

Because he’s a first-class riot

Unreliable

Beaten down

Not trustworthy

And territorial

Completely unhinged

And gave her the back of his hand one too many times

She left before he arrived

Rode the lost stallion as far as she could

Headed towards the rising moon

Didn’t leave any memories behind

Burned them to ash before she left

Burned them to ash

Left her haunts on the upright cross

Bloodstains seeped deep into the dirt

Dropped ripped and torn cloth

Guided her hopes inside her treasure chest

Left her back home nest

He drove back to the border come dark

Without headlights to guide his path

Ended up in a ditch to die and waste out

Splayed to roast and rot

Coyotes call and moan

Towards his throat they do roam

Because he’s a first-class riot

26.01.14.16.24.00@345ParkNYC

David Harth 2025-11-25 David Harth 2025-11-25

Father’s Ghost

I wore a very dusty dark charcoal suit to my father’s funeral

The jacket fit

But the pants were too tight

But I managed to squeeze myself in

This was my old wedding suit from many years prior

It’s been hanging in the back of my closet since that memorable day

Unprotected from the elements

I’m glad only dust got to it

Thankfully, no signs of moths feasting on the suit

It was an overcast day in the last month of the year

A bit cold

A bit wet

A dampness dug into your bones

The sky had that distinct look that snow was inevitable

The sexton had previously dug the grave

All that was necessary was the service

And to lower the coffin into the earth

And perhaps shed a tear

Or two

The trees had dew drops at the ends of each leafless branch

The winter yellow grass was now dead

Mixed with last week’s slush

The wind was absent

Yet agreed to haunt all the mourners

Those that traveled from far away

And those that lived nearby

Father reminded me of nothing

An infant cried in the distance

Several eulogies were incomparable to the lifetime of facts

As we witnessed

A wooden box lost in the dirt

25.11.25.14.23.00@345ParkNYC

David Harth 2025-11-18 David Harth 2025-11-18

Fist Full of 25s

Left Fist

Right Fist

Clenched Fist

First Fist

Second Fist

Third Fist

Strong Fist

Hard Fist

Closed Fist

Iron Fist

Shackled Fist

Bound Fist

Arrested Fist

Cuffed Fist

Free Fist

Empire Fist

Last Fist

Day Fist

Night Fist

Weak Fist

Old Fist

New Fist

Black Fist

White Fist

My Fist

Your Fist

25.11.18.08.08.00@345ParkNYC

David Harth 2025-10-13 David Harth 2025-10-13

Falling Airplane

If I was an airplane,

I’d fall from the sky

Like a feather gently riding the wind

Until I slowly and safely and steadily

Landed in a grassy glen

Hidden from all the people

That just moments before

Looked at the sky with their fingers pointing

Exclaiming, “Look at that airplane falling from the sky!”

25.10.13.13.15.00@345ParkNYC

David Harth 2025-03-30 David Harth 2025-03-30

Fist Full of Bones

Woke up covered in earth

Face down

Disrespected

Full of remorse

Unwilling to repent

Have forgotten yesterday’s existence

Tired

Tired of so many things

Tired of the daily fray

Rattled

Vibrated

Shook

Memories in such a deep sarcophagus

I’ve written words on these inside walls

Read them

Overground procession I never wanted

A reserved tomb

An accident waiting to happen

Insects chirping

Evening falling

Inappropriate touching

False feeling

Counterfeit belonging

Swollen

Skin peeling

Sewn

Shattered pieces

Sadistic

Scratched entrails

Broken children play their games

Destroyed parents weep their tears

Silent winds whisper their secrets

The offering of the serpent

My fist clenches the dirt

Syringes in my thighs

Encephalitis in my head

Not going anywhere

Stayed in limbo

Static between worlds

Of art and love

Under the newspaper’s coverage

Disregarded

The yearning was my greatest infection

Got me burned and got me buried

Betrayal was venom’s new trick

As I descended into darkness

Kept my teeth in a locked safe

Swept up the loose fillings

Threw fresh logs onto the fire

Bones made for hire

Fist full of bones

Ready to eradicate

Eat my tasty flesh

Belly fat, brain virus

Jumped off the building

Heart’s affection

Drain my cerebrospinal fluid

Absence of mind

In constant battle

To create an honorable exodus

Dressed in a suit

Without knowing the day

Binding ring, forever I do

I took the obscure path

To avoid the judgement in the valley

It was my false devotion

That took me to an early grave

Allow this madness to recede

Let the depression hide

Carve out my eyes blind

Death certificate signed

25.03.30.21.19.41@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2025-02-04 David Harth 2025-02-04

Forbidden Resistance

Can’t figure out a way

Can’t make it right

Can’t find the logistical method

With all the data

And all the information

With all the calculations

And permutations

No matter the pivot

Or declared watershed

No matter the fork in the road

Still can’t make it right

With all the facts

And all the intelligence

With all the reports

And documentation

Print out the maps

List out the directions

Unroll the blueprint

Find the X marking the spot

Still can’t make it right

It’s forbidden

Certainly Prohibited

And overwhelmingly banned

A national disapproval

A catastrophe of conviction

Unauthorized doubtless

And highly impermissible

Exceptionally Improper

And the grandiose epic taboo

25.02.04.16.44.40@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2024-12-09 David Harth 2024-12-09

Filling Time. Filling Space. Filling Up.

Filling time and filling space and filling up.

Fill you inside and fill up the gasoline.

Fill up your mind and pack up the hide.

Pitch the tent and find the nest.

Hunt around back and turn up front.

Periods on ends and period pieces and periods between.

Giving and gave.

Forgotten glory.

Grievances and graves.

Satellites and clusters of lights.

Back seat lovers and motion in the ocean.

No errors and no exclamations.

No more fears and no more revolutions.

Piece by piece.

Cut the cloth.

Spread is spread.

Welcome to my night bed.

2024.11.09.22.00.00@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2019-09-24 David Harth 2019-09-24

False Artist

I am a false artist

I am a fraud

A fake

I’m a scam, a cheat, a dupe

Bogus and phony – Shit

I am invalid

I’m such a fake fucking artist

I’m a coward

With knees shaking at the entrance

Graphite on my fingers

The scent of oils in my mouth

Angst of the unaffordable

Torn and twisted of what is attainable

Gutted

Drenched in tears

Claimed to be without fears

Often lying in pain from my man made disease

Studio walls close in on you

Art supplies come crashing down

You sink in the quicksand

Swallowing your last stand

And you give up

So easily you surrender

Because you’re a fake fucking artist

Making up deadlines

Drawing portraits and lines and lines and more damn lines

Coughing up blood

Oozing a better symphonic plea

Born in Canaan

Got hit by a landslide and walked once more

My spine raddled

Spew forth the nightmares of encephalitis

A snake’s autosarcophagy has become my wet dream

Poisoned by the hollow promises of 213 feet

I am a false artist

I am a fraud

A fake, an invalid

2019.09.24.12:06:27@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2017-02-21 David Harth 2017-02-21

The Fall Of Heaven

The rickety rackety of the train kept me up all night

Rickey rackety, rickety rackety

The train would sway back and forth

As we catapulted straight for long stretches

Rickey rackety, rickety rackety

Then, grasp onto your seat!

We’d almost be jumping off the tracks

As the train would bend around a sharp curve

The blinds would titter tatter, titter tatter

Wind rushing inside the rail car

Swooooosh!

Rustling my hair about with dirt and dust

Dirt and dust

II.

Twelve flights up

I would gnaw at my restraints

Attempting to escape

This internal prison where I was held hostage

Vanquish out the demons that would possess my mind

The bondage was ironclad

I’d scrape my fingernails on the wooden door

Edging splinters deeper beneath my skin

Peering at the intersection down below

Hoping for an interrupted fall

Scolded for stroking

Living on yesterday’s potatoes

III.

Behind the teacher’s desk

We exchanged gifts for Valentine’s Day

I gave her a tiny box of sugary candy with pre-printed messages

Various colored hearts with words I never wrote

She gave me a much larger box in the shape of a heart

With individually wrapped chocolates

Each with a different delicate presentation

And unique taste memorable impression

And I wore blush for that photo

Can’t you see?

IV.

Walking back empty handed

Along the long gravel road

Hands bloody

My forehead dripping

Precum at the tip of my –

Walking aimlessly

Trying to locate my plot

Helpless before the sun rises once more

I’ve had my faults

And I’ve given my apologies

I’ve had my excuses

My lies and presumptions

But this dedication

After my heart was demolished

17.02.21.17:52:00@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2016-02-28 David Harth 2016-02-28

Five Years Too Late

Five years too late

Our love affair

Seems to coincide again

I find myself

Crossing the Baltic Sea

North once more

I left my heart behind me

For a moment’s gaze

Is about to become

A debauched reality

Without awareness or reason

She emerged from the sea

As my canopy of Eden

And poison to which

I surrender

There is something about

These fluid waters

Creating an ignition of

Craving to dedicate

A bonding word said

Remember my name

I’ll find you again

For your allure

Is what carries this current

In your direction

Descend into

The madness

You are my cure

My hope

And my only love

16.02.28.20:40:00@BalticSea (Tallinn > Helsinki)

David Harth 2015-06-25 David Harth 2015-06-25

The Family Announcement

After washing my hands

I dried them with the towel that hung just to the right of the sink.

The towel was blue, freshly washed, slightly warm from just being removed from the dryer.

It felt good on my hands, soft to the touch.

For some reason I thought of childhood as my wet hands were wrapped up in the towel.

Which made me think of the buzzing sound of a lawn mower.

And the scent of freshly cut grass.

And the clumps of green grass left on the yard or in the street.

Leftovers from a mower’s passing.

And the sound of other neighborhood children playing outside.

Their laughter and screams of joy.

After washing up, I went down stairs to join the family.

I walked slowly, passing the picture frames on the wall.

Examining each one quickly.

Each contained a different portrait. Some in black and white. Some in color.

All of family. Some older than others. Some depicting long deceased family members.

Some formal portraits. Some candid shots.

I got downstairs to the family room, which was busy with people.

It was like a major transportation hub. People moving from afar to near. And near to afar.

Talking and noshing and greeting and hugging and sharing and telling and listening and smiling.

The family was new, or, at least we had some new members to introduce.

It’s been many years since we all gathered in the same place.

But this was an event we all looked forward to.

A big announcement was to be made.

She knew I was nervous as I ducked into a corner.

A corner which managed to drown in shadows.

A corner which escaped the outside sunlight.

The sunlight which was doing an excellent job of draping most of the room’s walls with warm light.

She grabbed my nervous hand.

My palms were sweaty.

But with her hand in mine, I began to feel more secure.

Conscious of the sounds around me.

The high-pitched greetings, the grumbling of elders, kids telling imaginary secrets.

A lonely chocolate candy without its wrapper sat on the floor unclaimed.

We all watched as he took center stage.

Which was actually just a chair. A chrome metal chair with a vinyl seat. Green-yellow. Left over from the 70’s.

He carefully got on top of the chair. Balanced like a professional tight-rope walker.

He stood tall and proud to deliver the announcement we’ve all been waiting for.

15.06.25.07:45:02@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2015-06-24 David Harth 2015-06-24

Four Apologies

Four notes of yours.

I found shortly after.

An apology for you on this day.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be the man you wanted me to be.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be the father for our son.

I tried my best to raise him alone.

Painfully, shortly after you departed us;

I had to give him up.

We were so young.

I was so young.

What was I to do? Now that you were gone?

What was I to do? Alone with him.

A memory of you daily.

The pain was too much.

I wanted him to have a good life.

A solid one. With a good foundation. A good support system.

You know me. The artist that I am.

I couldn’t give him what someone else could.

You know that. I always knew that.

But as you forever drift,

Know that I will always be his hidden angel.

I watch him from a distance;

I observe him in my own way.

He carries a different last name,

But has your hair and your nose and my eyes.

Between the two of us, I’m sure he is a creative soul.

I wish you didn’t leave me.

I wish I could hear you say good morning,

I wish I could smell the nape of your neck.

I wish I could hold your hand.

I wish we left five minutes later or five minutes earlier.

I’m sorry the train came along the tracks.

I’m sorry I’ve lost you forever.

I love you.

15.06.24.14:39:20@200VeseyNYC

David Harth 2013-10-07 David Harth 2013-10-07

Five More To Parisi

I wish you had told me that you were about to commit suicide

These are the disclaimers of death

That we should have listened to

Before you took your last breath

Every time I leaned in closer to you

And would whisper words into your ear

The ear that I would nibble upon

Whisper words which would hide my profound love for you

But you knew what I meant, when I said every word

Except for the one word

But you knew that I was in love with you

Because I did everything for you

I crossed rivers and climbed mountains for you

I halted the world and put down my bible for you

I was a witness to your running

You tried desperately to depart

You would fiercely make every attempt

To hide the truth and seek an escape

But you would let me in

Your hollow eyes seemed so lost over the years

Kept secrets from everyone with your weeping tears

Everyone thought we were so innocent

No one knew the truth of the despair

How much pain we were in

Or the magnitude of our wrenched hearts

As we longed for each other

And each generator of our creations ignored

Despite us having our finest Sunday sword

I still yearn for you

A thousand times each twilight

And yet still I refuse love

Even when it is so real

Right there in front of me

Echoes of your haunting last plea

I am hopeless with stories of you

When you’d wake up in my arms

Crying in fear of abandonment

Even though the greatest love

Was in front of you

You were ready to ignore another suffering day

Putting treasured ink and voice foremost

Compositions of an unusual ghost

Our hearts were so caliginous

Enemies of each other

Conquering the very life which kept us alive

So near in distance

Impervious emotions

Separated by boundless oceans

You did it before I could even hit the ground

My door was always ajar

And now you have gone too far

So, I wander and walk upon this earth

Lost and broken without you

Blood flows in my veins

Until the day I join you

That day is not today

Five More To Parisi

13.10.07.01:59:12@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2013-07-17 David Harth 2013-07-17

Finding

I am weeping inside

Do you taste my tears in your morning cereal?

Do you hear my screams in your evening sleep?

Do you feel my heart trembling beneath your daily footsteps?

Scared in such a terrible fear

I can no longer think straight

Every subject and every errand

Every gesture and every to do

Every moment and every breath

No longer

Can I commit to this existence

Early exodus was always inevitable

As I strangle my cock from too much masturbation

As I slam my migraine-ridden head against the pavement

As I cut off my ears and gouge out my eyes

I cut off my tongue and offer to you

Very

Last

Speech

13.07.17.22:44:08@130BklynNYC

David Harth 2012-10-02 David Harth 2012-10-02

For The Vanished

The grey skies swallowed up your colorful existence

Disappeared under the blanketing clouds of New York

They tell me that time brings healing distance

My subconsciousness repeats visions of you

Reproducing each evening walk and day light kiss

Wish I had viral encephalitis again from the flu

Affection for you overflowed like scorching lava

That love I had was of the deadliness venom

Placed a tourniquet around my superior vena cava

I’m the faithful poet soldier with the greatest fidelity

Only memories of you are constant

Like a hamster spinning its wheel of eternity

Recollections of you begin to fade

I hope for a life full of amnesia

It was inevitable that my heart was to be betrayed

The echo of your voice now dissolved

No more whispers of unlawful infatuation

Now free from my clenching heart and absolved

You were a humming bird’s song and a tulip’s bloom

Long vanished from my existence

Forever I’m buried in a lover’s tomb

I did not ask for this torture and anguish inside

Perpetual unbearable pain and agony

Makes me want to commit the grandest suicide

12.10.02.16:59@323NYC