Eye Burn
My eyes are burning
Sleep deprived
Being silly
All I can do
Listen to you
Hear your beauty
Think about your soul
Your voice
Your lips
My eyes are burning
I’m tired tonight
Early hours of my flight
Writing poetry
Thinking about you
The night is young
I’ve just begun
My eyes are burning
I see my reflection
Blue coast wars
And coastal museums
Stark naked I stand
On the web to bed
My eyes burn
And burn
Oh, so strongly
I’m going to be silly
Be with me
Tonight
And my willy!!
Smile
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.11.04.02:26:00@505MAHWAH
Jacksun Polluck (Talk This, Talk That Revisited #2)
dun dun - dun dun - dun dun
dun dun dun
Jacksun Polluck
My potluck
Feel a bit Warholee?
Prime time colour Me!
Pin stripes
Smokin' pipes
Velvet girls of 4teen
Loosing feathers, what I mean
Elegant arrogant
She is so hesitant
Gracias Do
It meanta lot for me to go
8 Cathedrals and 1 Trojan Horse
In my pocket of course
Ice protector
Erection for her
Flat chested fake marriages
And cheetah languages
The sequence man, or warrior, or queer
Tongue Red-framed glasses showing no fear!
HOLY CRAP!! What nice leggs! (advert)
She makes me hurt!
Lady bare back
I'm gonna have a heartattack
Romantic wood
I'd be serious, if I could
Some gay boys
And girl toys
Plastic surgery
King of imagery
Lighted memory
Enchanted glamoury
Blue tunes
Cigar log flumes
Orange Man crossing my path
Just after the noon bath
Old busy poppy bags
Salt & Pepper hags
Blue eyes, blue dress - contact
I've been backed
What the fuck is that!? -
That string around your neck!
Round-a-bout cat! -
You look like a fuckin' wreck!
“Is it Beauty, or is it Art?”
“It's Art”
“Can they both co-exist with eachother?”
“Yes”
“Something to think about...”
Purple pusher, fuzzy man, sexy status, beg me tun, rafoss spiffy
tuxedo warrants, maniac laughter, Egyptian short tight silver skirts
BLUE
PoeticK jazz
& jazz rain
dance to the jazz
the jazz
the jazz .....
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.28.23:00:00@MOMANYC
Loaded Clouds
Backflips
Spinouts
& Overouts
Cha-Kick
-BANG!!
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.23.00:00:00@F Train to Times Sq NYC
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?
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.19.03:41:07@505NJ07430
Imagine (My Heart)
I want you to imagine
Just for a moment
Imagine I’m taking out my heart
I’m pulling the pulsating muscle
Out through my breast bone
Out through my chest
I pull out my heart
And place it on the table beside me
I want you to imagine
My heart still beating
On the table it sits
With holes and gorges in it
And punctures and concave valleys
All these dents and bruises
For all those who pretended to display
I want you to imagine
My heart on this table
And I want you to imagine
What is in my hands
In my hands I hold destruction
I pour gasoline on my heart
And light the pulsing wonder to flames
I burn it to a crisp
Blackened and charcoaled
It still beats
Imagine with me
I take out a six-inch knife
And stab the still throbbing heart
Continuously over and over
I sever the heart multiple times
With liaisons spreading rapidly
It continues to beat
Still not complete
I take a .38 and aim
Shooting bullets through the heart
Through the wild beast that beats so rapidly
The heart still beats
I want you to imagine
I take that burnt, stabbed, shot
Heart
And I stretch open my chest
And carefully place it back
To its secret chamber
I want you to imagine
For only a moment
©1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.17.18:43:26@1515NYC
Goodbye
Saying goodbye
My heart is closed
Sealed forever
Because what you have done
You all, out there
My heart is dead
Suffocated to lifelessness
You have destroyed myself
Are you happy now?
You have taken down my fortress
And the thorns which protect
I’m saying goodbye
To nothing we had
I’m saying goodbye
To the angels in the sky
Harps are playing
I hear them with my adaptations
My love for you was always there
Even though I was unaware
You have killed me
And made me flat on this planet of dust
And leftover distributed feelings
I’m saying goodbye
To your ignorance
Your pathetic behavior
Your lack of lust
I’m saying goodbye
To all of you
On this autumn day
And I put the blade away
Just to give you one more chance
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.17.18:36:17@1515NYC
Beautiful White Dove
I have never danced with you
Or embraced you during one
I have never moved close to you
Beneath a starlit midnight
I have never made love to you
Beside warm glowing candlelight
Seeing you in my mind
Constantly
I become a child
And bitter at my lips
Feeling you pound at my heart
Making my temperature rise
I have never known you
Or invited you to meet my grandparents
I have never cooked a gourmet dinner for you
Or gone with you to the theatre
I have never brought you flowers
Or received flowers from you
Feeling your heartbeat
Next to mine
As I sleep through the night
Quietly
All I can do is dream
Dream of you
The dreams I forget
At first daylight
I have never held your hand
Or tightly hugged you to soothe
I have never eaten dessert with you
Or smile in the photobooth
I have never felt so close
Or distant in an imaginary land
Smelling your scent
On your skin and in my memory
You drive me wild
And make me believe
In things I only dreamed of
I have never painted your portrait
With wonderful colors
I have never washed your hair
In the steamy shower
I have never seen the sunset with you
Under orange and red skies
Hearing your voice
Vibrate in my head
Making my joy rise
And wanting myself to get up
Each and every day
I have never walked through the leaves with you
Or lay beside a fireplace
I have never phoned late at night to talk with you
Or film our holiday
I have never sat beneath the 4th of July fireworks with you
Or glide a romantic rose on your body
Touching your skin
Your lips and eyelashes
Nose to nose
I’ll never forget
How soft you are
And this is why you are mine
My beautiful white dove
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.15.22:15:10@505NJ07430
Negative One
Silver blacks
Blue eyes
and
Turkey vultures
Brain scientists
Industrial designers
and
Government officials
State vans
Archive dreamers
and
Monkey researchers
Storm surroundings
Jesus followers
and
Art creators
1 + 4 + 1 = 1 (And Mostly -1)
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.10.18:10:00@RT32NY
98.10.14.01:39:00@505NJ(with additions)
Amsexrica
We go up and down
Cattle sheep on escalator gunk
They do the Sarajevo shuffle
As we ignore them behind closed doors
A man stands doing nothing
With his baggage
Staring at space
As slow walkers make my rage
Ego maniacs beat their girlfriends
Bloody messes found by cops, pigs and rabbits
Forbidden fruit bitten by Iowa girls
Skinned for my own viewing pleasure
It’s an absolute drug
Needed daily for the sick boys
Brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, we all like red eyes!
Amsexrica
Let’s get down
Let’s boogie
Come on under
Another
Sixty-Nine
(Gold Fish arches
Cowboy Roy
Blockmister
Rented tuxedos)
Amsexrica
Go to the Avenue
Amsexrica
Go make an appointment
Amsexrica
Go stand in line
Amsexrica
I think I like ya!
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.10.03.02:20:00@NYC
98.10.05.02:22:01@505NJ
Pigeon Shit & Coffee
I got lucky today
I scored
I threw up
After my coffee
And I stayed
Forever
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.21.16:28:00@VISNYC10036TimesSquare
Blue
Drinking myself to sleep
I pull down the shades
Have a glass of scotch.
I forget about the women
Yesterday’s lack of sun
And look forward to the music I will hear tomorrow
Take pills for the pain
But still bend over into my fetal position
To heal my internal bleeding
I fall dead asleep
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.18.01:46:00@NJ
Oma and Opa
Intrepid trips and the mountains of the concord
Lake George and my first home cooked meal after Neuro
Drawings saved and cherished memories explored
Hanukkah mensch and false teeth
Jump with sister and battle ships and swords
Cardboard oats cars and super 8 lighting
Family of black elephants and looking at the field
Squirrel parks and peanut feeding
Cupped hands and locked doors
Green carpets and curved couches
Rockefeller Christmas and Empire State
Hugs kisses and the warmth I’ve never had
Fresh Chocolate Chip cookies, sprinkles too
Pineapple chicken and first night dinners
Videotaping U2 as I grow
Hershey’s chocolate milk and canned pears
The beach box fighting man
Never forget the Ten Dollar story left on a park bench
Museums and matchbox cars
Parades and snoopy
Dip of a chair, relax and lean back
Corned Beef deli sandwiches and a car driver
Not telling them what to do
Large flushing toilets
Opera singers and little David upstairs playing
Finding places, meeting people, aging with beauty
Mints and M&Ms if I dress right
Proud and pride that come from the heart
Poetry and perspective
Corners have light and the sisters were shot
Holocaust avoided, conquered, escaped, effected, affected
Past the surgeries, the pace, the cancer, the hearts, the loss
Sewing buttons and holes galore
Stories told and always shared, some hidden
Photographs explored, taken, remembered
Two short ones, one time I once shorter
Unconditional love - If I am so dare to say
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.08.25.23:35:58@NJ
98.09.18.01:27:48@NJ
QZ/Untitled
I create an organic abstraction
While dog bomb squads are masturbating with the gods
And sky devils with protecting hearts are quick-draws
Exploding plastic is inevitable
Surrounded by Cuban Dens,
Eastern Heroes, and World Dominators
Several Moments
Occurring in time
To repeat itself
On hold.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.15.21:24:00@42ndst8thaveNYC
Rabbits (Version #2)
Rabbits
Rabbits
Rabbits
Cubed in a matter of time
Lucky in my pocket
How about yours?
Bunny
Dancing
Heavy Duty rappers
Mother fuckers
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.14.24:59:00@NJ
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.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.14.24:43:00@NJ
(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
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.09.16:19:00@1515 Broadway NYC
Ghosts (Version #2)
I am rapacious
and cannot be penetrated or thought about
Those who do tend to be defunct
Straight jacket tuxedo boys and gals
Laughing gas chambers
of ghosts come and gone
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.02.17:25:00@VISNYC
98.09.09.16:14:00@VISNYC(NaonlyT)
Ghosts
Dark cloudy skies
Open and come overcast
My eyes begin to water
Ringing Church bells
Lovers getting wed
Making love in honeymoon suites
God watching over
Telling me
And guiding my destiny
Tears rolling down
Make me silent
Through my own twists
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.09.16:06:00@NYCVIS10036
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