Fifteen Days
Muted Hazel in 15 days
I will be famous for 15 minutes
Wrapped in sheets in 15 days
Gone to heaven for 15 hours
Piercing Blue in 15 days
She will be real for 15 minutes
Silently waiting for 15 days
Gone underneath for 15 hours
Rocked through the sky in Thousand and Two
Nobody heard, everyone felt
Nobody listened, you & I
Rocked through the midnight in today’s morning hours
Muted Hazel
Where have you been?
Muted Hazel
What kind of trouble are you in?
Piercing Blue
I don’t know you
Piercing Blue
Is it true?
Fifteen Days
Away I have swept
Fifteen Days
She no longer has wept
Rocked back and forth
Steady stream
Violent toss
Break a snap over your knee
Honey Dip
Supermarket trip
Grabbed you by the hip
Going to give your tongue a slip
Fifteen Days
Come and gone
Fifteen Days
I’ll here you sing
Fifteen Days
Spread the sheets
Fifteen Days
It’s time to eat
Fifteen Days
I want more
Fifteen Days
See you in February
Fifteen Days
Ides of March
Fifteen Days
Gone tomorrow
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.10.12:38:10 @ 296 NYC
Four/IV/4
Four times I told you to stop it
Four times I asked for more
Four times I said sorry, and
Four times I said please
Four times I begged
Four times I said “Shut Up!”
Four times I repeated, and
Four times I cleaned bed
Four times I soaped up
Four times I made coffee
Four times I helped your son, and
Four times I was left alone
Four times I hurt myself
Four times I asked for forgiveness
Four times I went naked, and
Four times I prayed to the Lord
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.09.22:42:58@296NYC
Flamingo
I saw her dancing in the dark
I didn’t know she could also see me
See my hood down to my shoulders
See my hands covering up my heart
I saw her swaying her arms in the shadows
I didn’t know she never did this dance
She looked at my feet and noticed I was shoeless
She looked at my face and noticed I was hairless
I saw her igniting her imagination
I didn’t know that it was my reality
Moving forward towards me she touched my shoulders
Moving forward towards me she touched my soul
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.03.09.01:37:00@Earth
Face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I’ll believe in God
I’ll fall in love
I’ll talk to my mother
Let me just have one look
Just for a little while
I want to see
I want to see your sculpted face
Let me see your face
I have to see your face
Please, let me see your face
I want to see your face
I need to see your face
Just one little glimpse
One quick look
A little gaze
A brief squint
Let me see your image
Let me see your chiseled face
Let me see your beauty
Let me see why people are running
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I have to see your face
Let me trace your outlines
Allow me to enter peace
I must see your face
I have to see it now
I can’t go on living
I need the proof to survive
I heard about your face
Magnificent
Vibrant
Godly
Surreal
I want to see your face
Let me see your face
I beg you
I will turn away right away
Let me see your face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC
Found Incest
I was 16 and Fred was 14. We lived on my grandparent’s farm in
California. We had skinny dipped for about a week when one afternoon
we started fooling around in the water. I grabbed his dick and it
got hard.
Good for you, Betty! Did you make love in the water? Other experiences
during that special summer? It took my cousin and I awhile to get
to that point-kissing, exploring, mutual masturbation, etc.-until
we finally made love one afternoon in my bedroom. After that, we
tried to get together as often as possible.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.23.22:39:10@296NYC
For You (Version #2)
I did it because I loved you
I did it because I cared for you
Because I held your hand
Because I fed you
And nursed you
I did it because I didn’t want you to be in pain
And because I didn’t want to witness
I did it because you asked
Because you knew it was coming
I did it because you phoned me earlier
And told me how you felt
I did it because there was no one else
Because of the look in your eyes
I did it for you
And only for you
I pulled your plug
And now you are dead
And I live alone
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.08.14:28:39 @ 1515 nyc
Found Days
Life is just a show
An assortment of catalogs
And told commercials
We are assembled and manufactured
And look into our lovers’ eyes
Love is created by corporate stands
Bookmark sayings and hallmark greetings
The episode I miss most
And desire the most
Is the never ending until next week to be continued one
These are the days
Where I remember those who adjusted
And those who affected me
Have become infected
With HIV
I remember deeply
Their smiles, their courage, their touch
I remember their words, their power, their warmth
I’ll never forget, and I’ll always pass on
Their true love
Love can’t be bought or taught
Love can only be experienced
And those who share will continue
And all I can do is smile
And think of you
Life is just a show
These are the days
I’ll never forget the sweet bananas
Your bleeding gums
And your crooked smile
The mint white sheets
And eager looks toward the Day
What you have found in me
And what I have found in you
The laughter
Looking out windows of rain
You shared your warmth with myself and others
I can only grasp at the memories
And shed salt tears in your name
And forget about being captured
I cry
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.11.26.23:23:26@296NYC
Flies
I come home nightly
To strip to my cold nakedness
And run around in my baby skin
My smelly sweat attraction
And roll up my current fall issue
Of New York magazine
Curl it up into a bat
And swing at the iridescent
Buzzing-by larva laying
Disease infecting mother fucka
Flies
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.8.30.01:27:17@NYC 296
Five Years At Least One
I remember growing up.
My dad was at Attica.
And I would burn ants as a kid.
And play with the rat poison mom had in the cabinet under the sink.
Richard and I would come up with these weird con-cock-shins.
Like little league volcano science experiments.
I grew up in a farm state.
Filled with apples and I remember cow tipping and buying crap at Sugar Loaf.
And being yelled at to “Just answer the fookin’ question” by my uncle who
gave me the big-ass tannish teddy bear.
I remember the Fourth of July when both of my grandfathers would come down
the walkway and shake hands with open arms, as if they haven’t seen
each other in years.
It’s funny, when I think about it, I remember seeing my next door neighbor
completely naked. She saw a sock on my cock and I saw her breasts divulge
that her puberty had beaten mine. I once saw a kid on a roof and once in a
puddle of rain.
All my memories fade away now in the sun, because that’s when I get these
awful headaches and have to run inside in the shade and darkness. And when
I do, I think of my father that I had lost in upstate New York. The 2nd
largest killing of Americans by Americans since the Civil War. I feel
bleeding on my side because of that, and I’ll never be complete. Even though
I gain a brother every now and then.
I wonder where Jessica is. She sure was pretty, her golden long hair in
braids. That’s what I remember. Too bad I repress certain memories, she
wasn’t my kid. I would have supported her if she was. She didn’t have my
eyes. My eyes. You know what I mean. I’m a seduction sucker. But do I get
sucked or do I suck?
If I asked you to sit in the photobooth and take a photo with me, would
you? That reminds me, I have to go to the meat market and get something for
a self-portrait. Christo said that something was not his and I believed him.
Because I’m unconditional, that’s why I can do this. And he was broken and
bent out of shape? Maybe he should have gone to the doctor then, right?
Doctor? Page them please.
My grandfather would make little toy cars out of Quaker Oat Meal cylinder
cartons and pencils. He also helped me to draw. I remember one distinct
thing he taught me. If you look at the corner of a room, where the two
walls meet, the seam; you’ll notice that its actually lighter than the two
walls. You might think that this is wrong, but actually the two walls are
both reflecting light into the seam, hence, making it brighter. I recall
drawing a pack of True cigarettes with him one day.
She made some pasta for me, and we had some wine. She danced Infront of me
in my year of Nineteen Ninety Nine. We went skinny dipping in her outdoor
pool and the towel she wrapped herself in dropped to the floor.
I was making a list the other day and I was checking it twice. I didn’t want
to see who was naughty and who was nice. A lot are not nice and I want some
more to be naughty. Say naughty. Be naughty with me. Let’s get together and
feel all right. I’m a rebel and I can hear the chimes in the wind. And see
the kite fly above me on the beach of the New Jersey shore. I’m not from
there.
One time I had a friend that introduced me to frog legs. He was an artist
at Columbia. He killed these little frogs and used the back leg muscles to
operate his art frog that was made of metal and machinery. It was a robot
frog with real muscles. David must have thought and wondered if the world
changed just because this little frog left the world. Kind of like when you
step into the ocean, the entire ocean rises around the earth, just because
you are in it! Amazing.
He had a dream about urinating in garbage cans. One Infront of Robin, one
Infront of Travis.
It’s kind of like design, or performance, or a bad artist, or bad move.
Almost like chess, but not checkers; that’s a hot dog, run it through, drag
it through the garden, take me to the river.
I once knew a man that had steel plates in his head. After gutting him I
tied my shoelaces around his neck and hanged him out in the yard.
My brother once taught me about love. But he left the family and has never
come back. He stole lots of things and hearts but I forgave him. He’s my
Valentine, and you are not. Do you hear that laughing or is it the gas in
my head?
Anyway, just a taste of fluid, that today, might be 100%. But give me at
most five years at least one year and I’ll show you something strange in the
mirror. But I won’t be talkin’ to you for a while. Sorry Pop, you know it
and I know it, I’ll catch your tears, if you catch mine.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.06.20.23:59:25 @ 296NYC
Fathers Day 1999
99.06.24.03.15:21 @ 296NYC
Thursday after eating some French Toast at VG Bar
A First Possible Attempt At A Poem For Jack
Resistful junk
wish I had a backyard bunk
I think I thunk
it’s going to duck
Be around dark midnight
it’s just about my luck
not to get any maid fuck
to make a damn American buck!
a roo - wish I wore
a tutu
cock-a-roo
fee fi foe thumbs
is that peat moss I smell?
Be pod lows
Come around low dying crows
Here seed med shows
Lice cauliflower hoes
Be fi fiddle diddle toes
Tickle me torture me
silly goose woes
Temple dimple in a hippo
Surround my buttocks upon your nipple
Could it be pleasure
or just a quadruple
or just a round-a-bout
table topple?
Doodie foodie times - keedy
Sans, sands, so and serifs
Big small and neatly
How I wonder what you are
and if you really are that far!!!
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98:09:09.01:36:44@MAHWAH07430
Freshly Cut Grass
It’s going to be okay
I smell the fresh cut grass
I love it when I hear
The lawn mowers across the street
Right before the school day
The scent of the new grass
Giving birth to my passages
Afternoon Saturdays and morning hours
Filled with lawn mowers
Across the neighborhood
After school with Scooby-Doo and fruity snacks
Vibration and gasoline love
The sound of lawn mowers
Telling me that every thing
Is going to be all right
Reminded of childhood
Forgetting the now
Traveling back in time
To crushes, child’s play, and freedom of toys
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.01.05:15:00@NJ
Fixed
Operator
Give me the drugs
Let me sleep tonight
And not wake up tomorrow
Let me hear knocks at the door
And shoot me up with morphine
So I cant see her beauty
Or hear her laugh
Surgeon
Transplant my heart
I need a snake’s coldness
Let me violently whip around
And never be able to hug her again
Or if, so ever
Donor
Give me your eyes
So, a new set can be held
And I’ll never have the pain of thinking about her
Nurse
Wash me down
So, I can forget about my beliefs
Show me the view
To translate my horrors
Take me downtown
To get tests that reveal my truths
Security
Restrain me
So I wont break glass down your chest
So I wont cry myself to sleep
Cradiling my head in my arms
Flowers
Send yourself to me
Because when I’m with you I forget about her
And I’d like to absorb the scent from which you grow
And I’d like to remember you
As the lasting image of beauty
not her
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.08.16.03:49:00@NJ07430
Freedom
Heading West
At sixty-five
Seeing the hills roll over
The burning hills on fire
Glowing reds and oranges
With a great wonderful halo
Hearing the tune and hymns
Of rediscovery
And all I can say is
Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!
Heading West
Realizing there is no more
Had it all
Until the end
Survived much
To continue on
Had a bird
And nut-less board
Missed my cat
His eyes and glare
Decision of mades
And maids dancing with red
Sled riding hills
The West on Fire
Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!
With thoughts of you,
My friend
You.
Messages of thanks
As re-runs get fatter
Recalling hatred
Over misty mountains
Control is thirst
And I for you.
Freedom at Last!
Freedom at Last!
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.06.21.21:27:42@NJ07430
Father’s Day
FUCKOUS
on the painting
on her beauty
on their wisdom
on the children at play
on the sparrows in flight
on the currents in the brook
on the chained prisoners
on the revolutionaries
on the goddesses
on the trapped
on my knee
on the lady bug recently set free
on the model train, going round and round
on the gift I have given
on the bed of sunflowers
on the water sitting still
on the hymns being sung
on the parents walking by
on my hope
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.04.04.12:09:00@10954NANUETNY
Forgotten
I forgot her
Damn It!
I did wrong.
Now she is gone
I gave her a painting
She left with my poetry
I have done no good
I scarred myself forever
Forever I am damned!
I threw myself in a cave
Sealed my soul
After pouring out my cum!
I remember squeezing her breasts
In a shower I took
I remember squeezing her ass
In the bed I destroyed
But now I forgot her
Damn It!
And now I am homeless
Without her I am dead.
With her I am a lie.
Today is no different
For she is still at my knees.
From the magazine shelf
To the soul music
She is a memory
Of tiger hood
And overalls
But I have died
I forgot her.
What can I say?
But I am dead today?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.03.06.01:26:25@07430
Film & Radio
Film
is thin
Thinning like my lost father’s hair
Film is revolution
Rotating around my index
Film is portraying
On the wall in white
Film is a pornographic documentary
Of Presidential lies and palace steps
Railroads and Wildebeests
Plant growth and boxing matches
Radio is a recording
From my history
To this present day
A tune to the lips of a dancer
And the horror which brings back memories
Radio you can’t hear
When fucked in the brain
Nor films to be played
But better than Ra-Dio
Ra-Dio
Radio I can hear it
But it’s not me
It’s not me hearing it
Just the audience
As I try to escape from the toilet flushes
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.02.26.24:51:00@NJ07430
For You
Feel the wind
Take you there
Feel the thigh
Feel you there
Feel the sunshine
Upon your chest
Upon my breast
See those colors
The ones you cannot imagine
I make them for you
I give them to you
For you
I would die
For you I would revolt
I would make pain
I would conquer the world
For you
For you I would climb
I would dive
I would divide
I would render
I would shoot
I would kill
For you
For you I would be wind
I would be time
and the womb which you protect
For you I would be the rain
I would be the fire
And the hurt which you feel
For you I would be the mirror
The reflection of your hatred
The reality of life
The wonders of birth
For you
For you I would tear at myself
I would rip apart
Seal the insides
And give you my pride
For you
For you no secrets are allowed
No possessions are understood
No time without you is real
For you one cannot hold
For you one cannot be
For you I would die
I would take you
To feel the wind
Upon my breast
Your holy chest
Upon the Cross
Where my father had died
For you
I would create sunshine
And pour the rain
Down your back
For you
I would love
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.02.24.01:22:00@31USQWNYC
Fall
Fall means many things to me.
Outside there are lots of things to see.
The changing color of the beautiful leaves
Swaying in the sudden gentle breeze.
The squirrels are gathering their acorns
near and far.
For they know winter is coming like a
shooting star.
© 1985 David Greg Harth
85.10.28.00:00:00@SpringValleyNY