Fallen Night
Monday morning,
20th of August,
All wake up in a city of dawn,
Sun rises across the shifting.
Tea drinkers realize first,
Doctors second,
Grandmothers rise, they wait for flowers.
He never became the artist he was,
Murdered by his own cause,
Defeated.
I won’t wake him,
Just let him sleep,
He’ll wake once more.
Never mind,
I’ll soak up the floor.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:27:27@296NYC
False Love
Love was false
I shall not shed a tear
It was wrong
I shall not share a weep
Love was not reality
I shall not ever be the same
Love was a mirage
I shall not make mends
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.05.16.12:59:08@205HudsonNYC
Found Death
I found a man
In a pool of blood
He did reside
Just down from my home
In a pool of blood
I found a man
Dead on the floor
It was dark, it was cold
The man in a pool of blood
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC
From The Woods
Wearing white
A gown covered in bells
Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds
A horse gallops in the far distance
Trumpet players chime their sounds
As the attendees pour in
Honey drips down the trees
A bee buzzes by
Humming birds fly
Growling roars are heard from mountain tops
A choir heard for miles
Listening to your every footstep
These states are borderless
Containing nothing but compassion
It is I who waits
The aisle run is over
Your cuffs are off
Free you are
My warm arms open
She came to me draped
From the woods she walked.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC
Falling
Like the rocks I lick at night
I fall from the sky at unknown speeds
My arteries refuse to end the fight
Goddess of dream’s sand
I fall flat against this hard dirt
The heart of fallen angels are in command
Falling with my broken wing
Accept me for who I have become
Both of us are tired of aching
I have always loved you
Mí na Nollaig approaches
Let me help you with your muumuu
Choice is yours, to be fruit
With performing miracles and shining stars
Or reservations on Lexington’s route
Falling in a downward spiral
Awoken from my study of disbelief
Encephalitis gone, your love is viral
I am not going anywhere; I have no place to be
Two have taken to falling
I continue to purchase your white tea
Let it burn for a little while longer
This wick of desire must meet
Days pass as our love gets stronger
Slipping under the over pass
Falling between the cracks
Lying on last year’s meadow grass
I’m falling to the earth
Catch me in your arms
Make my long wait worth
Autumn leaves are falling now
Another year will pass
Time for your heart to avow
You fell in love with me
And I fell in love with you
It’s time to become our very own we
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.08.12:44:11@205HudsonNYC
Fourteen I Love Yous
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.18.09:11:00@SpringStThompsonStNYC
Found Hair
As I twisted about,
Twisted around,
I came up in the morning
Woken to Charlie yelling at me
No sunlight hit my face.
I awoke
Slowly rolled and climbed
Lowered myself to the ground
And as i did
What did I see
But a single hair
Falling from my bed
A hair from you.
© David Greg Harth 2006
06.10.13.23:03:55@296NYC
Forever (First Version)
With her digging tools she lifted out my heart
On the table she placed it still beating
It was time for me to go, it was time to depart
Now I leave my loved one with a greeting
Know that I have loved you so wholly
I have reached deep within, my severed lines now dead
Even as I now sink in the swallowing dirt slowly
My love for you has never been shed
As my vitality clock ends and tells the tale
Death will never take my love for you
My body lays so empty and frail
Let it be heard, my love for you is true
Tediously I dissolve and oblivion welcomes me
“I love you forever” is my last plea
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.10.04.11:21:23@205Hudson
Friday Poem
As you eat your donuts,
And you sip your tea,
I can’t help but think,
If you’d be suckin’ on me.
As you study your lines,
And you think of photography,
I can’t help but think,
If we’d make our own choreography.
As you wash your hair,
And you think of the sky,
I can’t help but think,
If I’d go down on your thigh.
As you wet yourself with soap,
And you clean your soul,
I can help but think,
If you let me go on and cajole.
As you bend forwards,
And you deliver your rump,
I can’t help but think,
If in the night we went thump.
As you sing your song
And I put you in a gag,
I can’t help but think
If we went for a shag.
As you moan your words,
And hear the twinkle of a flute,
I am the Eden,
And you are my fruit.
That is my tale,
A Friday morning,
I am here,
and you are there,
I am a rock,
and you,
a river.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.06.24.10:22:00@NYC
Poem for J-Dog
five
five fingers
five toes
five thoughts of you
five bare
five snail
five up stream
and five deep down
five inside
and five alive
five to six
and six to five
beg for five
and give you high
up your thigh
goodbye tonight
with all my might
fire the five
and news at o’clock
return the sent
and send the scent
forgot the five
sugar up my hive
salt the vinegar
and shake my hand
say the five
prayers till you die
alone again
on the 5th of five
in zero five
here i am
and there she went
could not have said
you better be wet
five is what I meant
and five is what I had
five
five
five
five
five
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.05.05.05:05:05@296NYC
Funeral
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
Many have loved him over the years.
We all know about his immense amount
of great friendships
and the love he returned
to each of us individually.
He was a man that did not celebrate much.
But he shared his love to all of us every day.
Even though he was not in it himself.
We have gathered here today
to wish him a peaceful farewell
and hope that his powerful sense of love
can only be spread among us all.
Remember his love,
his being in the existence,
always loving and never being in.
A strong man with a heart torn,
but with that ache he delivered
his warmest love to us all.
Let us all gather around
this sad sight
and make our last respect
to a man that has redefined love
while searching all his life
to be in love.
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.22.01:14:47@296NYC
Friends
I have so many friends.
So many that love me.
My family and so many great friends.
But I don’t have any best friends.
I never had a best friend.
I’ve had many great friends. Plenty of good friends.
Seriously, I have very many GREAT friends.
But when everything is wrong in the world,
you want that one really close friend.
That best friend.
To count on.
To phone.
When you’re alone.
And contemplating suicide.
But there is no one to call.
Because you have so many great friends.
But you don’t have a best friend.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.20.22:07:44@296NYC
Four
I’ve got four hands.
Four hands for holding you.
Blisters on my hands from the pleasure.
Dancing to the dusted planet.
I hear satellite phones.
Four times the speed of sound.
I can’t take this foursome.
Let’s have a drink, and make it right.
Do the right thing.
Black cars, black cars, black cars.
Four girls waving good bye.
Children riding the merry-go-round.
Time to go out and get the newspaper.
I’ll pour the coffee if you pour the juice.
We’ll cut coupons.
Four.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.04.04:04:04@296NYC
I Don’t Want To Make You Cry
I don’t want to make you cry
I don’t want to make you sweat
Shed a tear
Or be afraid
I don’t want to make you hurt
I don’t want you to be in in pain
Crawl up inside
Or runaway
I don’t want to make you cry
I don’t want to make you hide
Become empty
Or scared
I don’t want to make you dive under
I don’t want to make you climb low
Surrender your self
Or remain silent
I don’t want to make you cry
Come home tonight
Let me inside
I’ve opened my heart
It stays ajar, for only so long
I don’t want to make you cry
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.11.18:00:00 @ SOHA NYC
00.02.24.14:49:00 @ 1515 NYC
Freedom States
Freedom States:
1) Be who you are
2) Become who you wish to become from within
3) Kiss Boys and Kiss Girls
4) Dance to music you hear in your mind
5) Eat at Hospital Cafeterias
6) Dive off of cloud number nine, number nine
7) Count the tiles on the wall and request apple juice
8) Pretend you are sleeping
9) Don’t wake up
10) See state number eleven as absolute freedom
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.22:29:39@296NYC
funny little artman
funny little artman
crawling on the bottom of the sea
crawling on the white walls of the Chelsea Gallery
crawling on the floor beneath Peggy Guggenheim’s skirt
funny little artman
showing his art all around town
showing his thick cock to all the viewers
showing his talent to the world
funny little artman
charming the moms and dads
charming the art critics
charming the women
funny little artman
creating with his camera
creating with his paintbrush
creating with his mind
funny little artman
up in the attic working
up in the sky working
up in the bed working
funny little artman
gone to the museum to study Pollock
gone to the gallery to study De Kooning
gone to the center to study Ryman
funny little artman
carrying the Bible wherever he may go
carrying the rubber bands around his wrist
carrying the black clothes on his back
funny little artman
in his studio
in his mind
in his development
watch him run!
watch him grow!
watch him succeed!
funny little artman!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.23.04:48:59@296NYC
Fruit Bugs
I hate you
Fruit Bugs
I didn’t ask to purchase you
For $405.00
I didn’t ask for that
You Fuckin Fruit Bugs
I hate you!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC