He
It is
a reverend
a priest
a god
It is
a holy one
a rabbi
a leader
It is
a follower
a bird
a gargoyle
It is
hope
a dream
an inspiration
It is
a thorn
a gripping hold
a terrible fear
teeth sharp
fear it
you thrill it
you fuck it
but it still keeps coming back
It
fuckin’
fucks you over
It
fuckin’
explodes in your face
in front of god
demand the american flag
forever it is yours
Burn
the sucka
reach that cross
take off those hoods
bow to thy feet
kiss my ass
fuck me hard
Cross it up
hang him down
portray that breast
on a silver platter
for my very best feast
Then it hits you
in all its glory
red, white, and blue
the demanding rain
thundering
loud, bang bang bang
Then it hits you
it is the thief of your heart
my little devil friend
i conquer you
fuck your soul
take you higher
to the plateau of utopia
beyond the land
across sea to sea
fuckin’ shining
It is
corporate
and religious
fake
and real
It is
yours
and mine
his
and hers
It is
behind and in front
below and above
in the dark and in the light
You like it
you have a great thirst for it
you are hungry for it
you ache for it
it is a cock
a pussy
It is words
thoughts
what is it?
what is it not?
Is it a question?
an answer?
a goal?
a completion?
a pleasure?
a poem?
a destination?
Find it
be it
fuck it
feel it
see it
hear it
smell it
taste it
Then
and only then
will
maybe
you will understand
what
he
he is talking about
he is about
he is
Who is that he??
© 1997 David Greg Harth
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A Holy One
A holy one
Resourceful
Full of life, and death
Mine for the taking
You for the giving
I love to give
And tonight,
I give you me.
Ride me thru the night
High above me
Rock above me
On my cock
My hard dick
Fuck me hard
Bounce your tits
Lick me
Suck me
Fuck me
Harder
And I will cum
And you will see
That you have won.
[Yeah, right, you’ll never win, but you can fuck me anyway]
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.12.14.01:15:00@31USQWNYC
How To Survive A Hospital Stay
First of all, do not eat the food
Ignore the doctors
For they are our friends,
but do not trust them.
Think about throwing the little crying children out of the window
And gaze into your surroundings
at the streets below and sky above
Play games, like name as many words that start with the letter “L.”
Lollipops
And laughing lions
Large lamps
or lightning linear lines
While in the bathroom, count the ceramic tiles
Drink all the apple juice
And fill the rubber gloves with water,
Yes now we have RGWB’S, no not a disease,
but a Rubber Glove Water Balloon.
When done with the first lesson,
now turn on the foreign TV station,
and make believe you enjoy the music
Then call another patient’s room and annoy them
After that, of course, move your bed up and down, until it breaks
Then press the button for the nurse,
When she comes, “Oh, sorry, I just wanted to know if it worked.”
Last but not least, sit by the window and look as the scene
The cops nailed another one
The truck delivered it’s bandaids
The Mercedes and Jags, and Lexuses and BMWs all roll in
The people flirting
and the bum drinking
Then you glance up, see your reflection in the glass
and then you realize and say, “Why God, why me?”
© 1992 David Greg Harth
92.05.02.22:00:00@NewCityNY