Tuna Fish
“Tuna Fish”
My father makes the best tuna fish (salad).
I always know, if the tuna fish I’m eating,
is made by my father or not. His tuna fish
has a unique taste. It’s not about added pepper
or celery or extra mayo. It’s just the taste,
or maybe it’s in the knowing. It’s not just
tuna fish. It’s tuna fish that has unseen
love inside.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.11.16:10:51 @ 1515 NYC
A Brief Funny Story
I was at my Opa’s apartment last night.
In case you didn’t know, Opa is my grandfather.
Anyway, he is 89 years old and has an older brother, about age 94? in South Africa. They both fled Germany when Hitler decided to kill people.
I was showing Opa what I do at work. I had brought my laptop computer up to him last night and for the first time he was able to see and hear what I do at work and in my art world. I showed him websites I worked on and other things. Even played a video for him.
He was quite amazed at the technology.
We then emailed his brother and some other relative.
But first, he looked at his watch. He noticed the time and he said we couldn’t because if we did that, it would wake them up. I had to take about 4 minutes and explain to Opa that emails don’t wake up people like phone calls do. I still don’t think he fully understands. But it was funny.
And that’s my brief funny story.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.10.15:31:42 @ 1515 NYC
Poem For A Girlfriend
I’m sorry I made you cry
I never wanted to hurt you
I’m sorry we shared those moments together
I never wanted to waste your time
I’m sorry we connected and lasted so long
I never wanted to deceive you
I’m sorry I encouraged you into commitment
I never wanted to lead you wrong
I’m sorry we dedicated so much time to us
I never wanted to confuse you
I’m sorry for everything I have done
But you didn’t tell me
You had a dick.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.17.14:17:00@BABSON/MASS.
Comparison To A Hard Roll
One is hard
One is soft
One is old
One is young
One tastes sweet to men
One tastes sweet to women
One has impersonators
One is an impersonator
One goes well with soup
One goes well with meat
One is a world favorite
One is a family favorite
One produces inspiration
One listens for inspiration
One has been cataloged
One will be cataloged
One will be remembered
One remembers
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.17.14:51:00@BABSON/MASS.
Sea Of Grass
Long stemmed Japanese grass
Swallowed me up
And baby birds fell from the sky
In the curves of my ear
I could hear the soundtrack of my life
An orchestrated musical journey
She twisted around me
Encompassed my passion
She knew my thoughts and circled my being
The panda bear sits eating still leaves
The butterfly floats on a shared dream
The ladybug survives an ocean tide
Today is brought to me
Delivered with soft hands
And brown eyes
She sits and waits
I search and turn
We join again and again
Nothing stopping
Not even poison or ice
I sit and wait
She is the cherished speed
We join again and again
Nothing stopping
Not even red glows or gliding rubber
We are two
From an island unknown
But we survive
Grow together
We follow the examples
of the great panda bear
delicate butterfly and soft ladybug
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.08.11.22:00:00@296NYC
00.09.12.12:39:00@296NYC
Walk Away
After the rain wept
I could not even raise myself up
I could not stand
My entire body was shaking
My eyes looked down
Sad
Not knowing why
Questioning
The rain continued
Today it poured
Morning hours
A coolness swept over
Pushing the warmth away
Puzzled
And empty
I took to the streets
Walked alone
Questioning
My thoughts racing around
Constantly hungry
Trying to hold
The memory is past
My hands shiver with my breath
I can't believe it now
I don't want to go
You shut the door
And now I'm gone
The wet street beneath
Golden light reflects
A man at the door
Around the corner I turn
Questioning
Fog sets in
Surround my shivering body
My soul
My emptiness
My shadow you decline
Ignored
Forgot
Before the night falls to the sunrise
I go on walking
Away
With The Bible in hand
© 2000 David Greg Harth
2000.09.12.12:30:30@296NYC and 2000.09.27.04:02:03@296NYC
I Have A Gun
I have a gun
I’m going to shoot you
Shoot you up
Fuck you up
Shove it in
And shoot you down
I have a gun
I’ll make it memorable
I’ll make the news
And the newspaper headlines
I have a gun
I’ll be famous
I’ll be history
And the television will broadcast my portrait
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.07.01:09:07 @ 296 NYC
Barnes Summer
If I see an apple on the street now
I’ll pick it up and drink its juices
I’ll be allowed to
It would be appropriate
There is nothing you can do
But Pray, I don’t punch you in the face
And remember those nights
When I called down the hallway
While you were paid
And now you are left in my memory bank
And there is nothing I can do
But hope and expand
But I warn you now
As I do every year
Pray I only punch you
Punch you back
And don’t kill you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.08.25.01:15:29@296NYC
Morning
The morning bird calls
My restless sleep ends
Only a few days to go
And you’ll be in my arms again
Elvis Presley & America plays
On the cold stereo
I’m wrapped up in blankets
Without you
I believe in you
That you make me warmer
And smile longer
And cherish life greater
It’s morning
I rise up out of bed
Scratching my head
Running my fingers through my hair
Making my way down
From my deep sleep
Looking in the mirror
At myself
I look deep in my blue eyes
And deep down inside
I see great beautiful
Brown eyes
You are always with me
Near or far
You are in my heart
Never forgotten
A few days will pass
And once again
Arm in arm
I’ll remember why
I’m with you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.08.07.17:07:25 @ 1515 NYC
00.08.07.22:54:55 @ 296 NYC
Alaska
You Know You Are An Elephant
You know you are an elephant
But what am I?
But what am I?
Just a fan?
Of your marriage?
Your song?
The kitchen chair you sit upon?
You know you are an elephant
Big and grey
Wise
Scared of the little mouse
Sit on my lap,
I’ll tell you a goodnight story
You know you are an elephant
Big ears
Hearing round and round
From California bay side
To the New York harbor
To the early night in Cork
To the last night in Europe
You know you are an elephant
Listening to the closed door
Hearing those two on the other side
Listening for hints, sounds
Making mental notes
Spreading the news
You know you are an elephant
Sleeping around
An animal of sorts
A dead vegetable
Going to Yorkshire
From SOHO
Going to the art fair
From machine gun alley
You know you are an elephant
But what am I?
But what am I?
I’m a lonely clover
Sitting upon your shoulder
Looking and reading into your thoughts
Sniffing at your hair
I’ll leave you alone
If you scratch my back
Scratch my back
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.07.21.04:42:03@296NYC
Geography Is Irrelevant To Sexual Ecstasy
I’m going to shoot it off
Be happy
Be a lover
Divide
Duck
Shoot
You make me want to be gay
A homosexual
A gay lover
A happy man
A happy face
You make me want to dance
Sweat
Shake the ground
Bite you
I’m going to dance
Give you a strip-tease
An art show toast
Create
Inspire
Revolt
You make me want to climb
A rockstar
A molded earth
A mountain
Higher
You make me want to smoke
Drink
Do the drugs
And feel my wet feet on concrete
You make me want to stutter
With rolling words
Of wisdom in the category of
Lions
Lust
Leave
Lonesome
Lie
Leap
Like
Learn
You make me
You turn me into an animal
Happy
So Happy
Happy Face
Bouncing around
Like a rainy-day masturbator
Happy
Now I’m cool
Cold
Feeling the cool breeze
No hot summer weather in my crotch
Tonight, I will sleep
Tonight, I will think of you
And Tomorrow
I will create art
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.07.20.03:12:27@296NYC
Arlington, Va., July 10
Arrest made in Arlington shooting
Arlington, Va., July 10 - Arlington County police tell Me
they have a suspect in custody for the murder of a woman in the
popular groundbreaking neighborhood. They say that the suspect and
victim knew each other. Possibly a mother-child combo or happy meal.
POLICE SAY THE
shooting happened in the
2800 block of South
SicknoMore Street. Witnesses
say they heard several shots
fired at a Toyota Camry this
morning. They say the car
then rolled back down
SicknoMore Street, through
some woods and into a fence
and retaining wall at a town
house complex.
Arlington police
spokeswoman Kimberly Roberson says they’re looking for a man believed to
have gotten away in a two door speedster, either red or orange colored.
Roberson says they’re still trying to positively identify the woman, but
say she’s 50 and from Nowhere.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.07.10.22:10:43@296NYC
00.07.13.01:12:10@296NYC
Beautiful
You are my heart
You are the eyes to my soul
You are beautiful
You are the symphony of life
You are soft
You are filled with the kindness of an angel
You are real
You are a white dove of truth
You are sunshine
You are always brightening the day
You are sensual
You are admired by mother earth
You are warmth
You are the fire that burns inside
You are my heart
You are the eyes to my soul
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.28.09:14:13@296NYC
00.07.06.18:09:05@296NYC
00.07.07.01:21:15@296NYC
Alaska
Peeing & Peeking
She was peeing and peeking
Peeking while she was peeing
Peeing on the potty
Peeking around the corner
Pee-Pee she made
And peek she did
Peering out
About
Around the corner, she peeked
Peed she did
Not in the pool
Or on top of the stool
But in the potty
There she made pee-pee
Peeing & Peeking
Thats what she did
Looking around the corner
I see her peeking
Peeing and peeking
She peed a peeked
And peeked a pee
She peeked when she peed
And made a pee-pee
Peeing and Peeking
No peep or poo
Just a pee and peek
For me and you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.22.23:11:20@296NYC
00.07.07.24:04:00@296NYC
I’ve Had Enough
I’m bored with today
I’ve had enough of passion and pain
I’ve had enough of guilt and grief
I’ve had enough of accessories
I’ve had enough of popularity contests
I’m longing for the future
I’ve had enough of building
I’ve had enough of unknown diseases
I’ve had enough of examination tables
I’ve had enough of your eyes and throat
I’m longing for October
I’ve had enough of summer
I’ve had enough of waitress looks
I’ve had enough of four-lane highways
I’ve had enough of cellular communication devices
I’m longing for stroke treatment
I’ve had enough of making purchases
I’ve had enough of copyrighting material
I’ve had enough of posing for the testing
I’ve had enough of losing the battle of the self
I’m longing for the gift
I’ve had enough of incomplete songs
I’ve had enough of wishing for dreams
I’ve had enough of fast food chains
I’ve had enough of tour accommodations
I’m longing for something new
I’ve had enough of fighting
I’ve had enough of believing in all
I’ve had enough of microwave ovens
I’ve had enough of elevator shaft re-runs
I’m longing for the cry on my shoulder
I’ve had enough of people wasting their life
I’ve had enough of death defeating popstars
I’ve had enough of victims and taxes
I’ve had enough of mothers close to the art
I’m longing for survival
I’ve had enough of canned vegetables
I’ve had enough of sitar instruments in my head
I’ve had enough of white knobs of undergarments
I’ve had enough of dot memories and black bananas
I’m longing for a dozen
I’ve had enough of money stories
I’ve had enough of fire promises
I’ve had enough of dead cooking
I’ve had enough of feeling evil
I’m longing for you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.22.12:32:33 @ 296 NYC
Being Alone: Isolation
Silent Towers
Discrete Mountains
Cotton Plantations
Communicative Efforts
Reaching Regions
Pilgrimage Cross Checks
Limitation Events
Dying Ageless
Forgotten Chairs
Left Creme
Sugar Daddy
Silent Auction
Super Puppy
Sexxy Girl
Burnt Sienna
Survival Guide Complete
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.22.12:16:11@296NYC
Scent (Version #2)
I love it when
I can still smell your scent
On the bath towel you just used
On the pillow case you just slept on
On the shirt of mine you just borrowed
I love it when
I can smell your scent
When I’m up against your neck
Sleeping next to your shoulder
Or licking the curves of your back
I love it when
I can still smell your scent
On the sheets I wrap myself in
On the candle you just burned
On the soap you just used
I love it when
I can smell your scent
When I hold your hand
Remembering your eyes
Or kissing your lips
I love it when
I can still smell your scent
On the card you sent me
On the shoulder you cuddled upon
On the flowers you left behind
I love it when
I can smell your scent
When I’m hugging you goodbye and hello
Smiling with your heart
Or listening to your passion
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.20.09:14:13@296NYC
00.06.22.01:45:11@296NYC
Ache
Falling asleep
On my white sheets and feather pillows
My head in ache
I feel the warm trickle
First from my ears
On to my pillow
My ears bleeding
The red staining the white sheets
And tracing the curves of my ear
Then from my nose
The blood traveled down my lips
Hitting the sheets
I bled from the holes in my wrists
And the holes in my ankles
Like my soul bleeding
The red rivers flowing
Feeling like I’m no longer the significant person I used to be
Losing my soul, my thoughts
Seeing the flash before me
The images of all those brothers and sisters that I loved
The blood flowing from the holes
My wrists, my ankles, my ears, my nose
My eyes blue as the sky and ocean
My body getting cold, pale, rottenly forgotten
I’m no longer significant
I’m just a shadow caster now
On mountain tops
I’ll be reunion warmth
I’m no longer significant
I’m bleeding now
I’m nothing
I’m your love
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.20.09:14:13@296NYC