David Harth 1998-05-25 David Harth 1998-05-25

Looking For Love

I’m looking for love

In all the wrong places

I look under rocks

And between sheets

I look far beyond states

And travel to different cities

I look in the papers and magazines

I look on the television and

Pay attention to the ra-dio

I look at the park

And in elevators

I look below me and in front

I look on the street

And in taxi cabs too

I look on airplanes, trains, and buses

I look with fever

Hands held out

I look with money pocketed

And lust trapped in heart

I look with eyes

Never set upon

And look with a tongue

That never tasted love

I’m looking for love

In all the wrong places

Or maybe I’m just in the wrong place

Looking for Love

98.05.24.00:00:00@NJ07430

98.05.25.00:00:00@NJ07430

David Harth 1998-01-03 David Harth 1998-01-03

Lost Calculations

I knew this woman once. She had a mint green jacket, light weight. On her head was a bright, forest green, well-knitted beret. She wore a sweatshirt, covering her large breasts. The sweatshirt was white, and printed on it was a luxurious cross with blooming pink and pastel yellow flowers. Her pants were of a medium shade of dungaree blue. On her feet were bright blue leather shoes, with rubber soles and yellow stitches. She would push around a shopping cart, a small portable one. It was made of metal, painted navy blue. Inside were white plastic bags and jars of spaghetti sauce; that’s all.

She would carry around a calculator with her, and make all these different calculations. Many numbers, passing by. She would add and subtract, divide and multiply, like the families do in today’s society. While biting the pink collar of her jacket, she would stare at me, under the thickly dense, round-framed eyeglasses. Still, she would make the calculations on her freshly bought calculator. Occasionally, raising an index finger to her mouth, to bite her nails.

The woman would move from the back to the front. Skipping all in-between; on the line. It doesn’t matter to her who waited, what mattered was if everything added up right. Because if it didn’t, she was not clean, and would have to bathe later on that night. As her tight fitting pink jacket, contrasted with her green envy, she would limp across the line, while bracing her portable shopping cart.

And all the time, adding and subtracting. Doing some multiplications and some divisions. All these calculations on her pocket calculator. Over and over again. Until she got picked up and she sat down, in those greens, pinks, and that large breasted cross. She would sit and bite at her index nails. And the line would move past her. Passing her, as she discontinued making her calculations.

98.01.03.01:04:00@07430

David Harth 1997-12-26 David Harth 1997-12-26

Love

love - strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties

love - attraction based on sexual desire: affection and tenderness felt by lovers

love - a god or personification of love

love - a score of zero

love - the death of hope

1997.12.26.03:33:00@NYC10003 -> 07430

David Harth 1997-12-07 David Harth 1997-12-07

The Lion & The Blue Man

He died today

They wanted to shoot him

That Anthony man

She took photos

Remembered the scene

For later poetry

She defined love

He painted a picture

The winter breeze

Passed the sirens galore

He died that day

Obesity set in

And the womyn

No performance of CPR

She carried a cane

And two weighed bags

She smiled at me

And retreated to the sea

A scent of chaos

Sitting beside a lion tonight

A mosaic of utopia

Last night’s St. Jude

Bloated man

Down the aisle

Shifting feet

911

Let us plea for life

Anthony’s

An English accent

A lesbian lover

A line cutter

And a 3 some

4,5,6 trooper

Jerry curl at front

Go out for a ciggie

Wish it was for a shag

Go out for a rescue

Shove through the glass

Let’s all move on

As the dead are dying

Let’s all move on

We have to illustrate

Then the life is shortened

A distant fighter

A right hook

To the jaw; to the gut

Deep down inside

The man in blue

His flesh tone of cobalt

The cold man

With a Hong Kong’s 137

He died that day

Back in the center

97.12.06.00:00:00@NYC

97.12.07.00:00:00@NYC

David Harth 1997-11-26 David Harth 1997-11-26

A Life Of Listening (The Beauty Of Passion #1)

Do you hear me?

As I plead guilty?

To the crimes I did not commit?

To the suicide of the others?

To the love I was denied?

Do you hear me?

I tear out my tongue and twist it around

I long for your dreams

And put power into your soul

I eat at my own flesh

To hear your own pain

I live for your feelings

To comfort your life

Do you hear me?

As I cry myself to sleep

To deal with the pain

To survive from the hell

And bring dead to the graves?

Do you hear me?

As I press a stake through my heart

And pound at my feelings

I last a short while

As long as you want

I last the longest time

The day of your life

Do you hear me?

As I call upon your mother and father?

As I sit beside you at your lonesome night?

As I stroke your hair

And caress your face?

As I take care of you

Nurse you to the life you had

To the gift you are

To the one I dedicate my life to

To the one I burned for

Died for

Decomposed for?

Do you hear me?

As I yell in sheer agony?

As nails of love puncture my dreams?

To the one I have not forgotten

To the one I will forgive

For I have sinned

Take me now.

97.11.26.08:37:00@NYC

David Harth 1997-10-23 David Harth 1997-10-23

Laughter

it makes one happy

and clears the tears away

putting a smile on your face

from cheek to cheek

it’s funny and romantic

cherish the moment

friends can laugh

and cuddle too

smile at the uniqueness

the special bond

the broad whiteness

that they display

olive against pasty

smile wide

for that photo shoot

in a Miami booth

smile and laugh

all through the night

take no moment for granted

just laugh and laugh

Laughter

two smiles share it

two friends create it

Laughter

97.10.23.15:17:00@NYC

David Harth 1997-04-18 David Harth 1997-04-18

Las Vegas

City lights

People with delights

My inspiration

An old man’s perspiration

It’s a devil’s book

A ladies look

Nighttime breast

A gambler’s nest

In my memory

With a girl named Sherry

A car cruise

I’m going to lose

It’s a desire

A slut for hire

It’s a die

For the men in tie

Glorious shows

The city flows

Rich & poor

Clothes on the floor

Desert sky

I’m going to fry

Bush for dessert

She’s going to hurt

Glitter, Gold, & the underground gun

Oh My God - What fun!

Rent-A-Car on the strip

The husband going to flip

Pocketbook

The midnight shook

Sunray

Nobody gay

Can you beat the heat?

Make them eat the meat

The virgin flower

The dark prowler

Young girls

Cheap thrills

The money slots

Cheater’s plots

The back table

It’s gonna be a fable

Your problem, a lust

As I go, a must

Here the sounds

There won’t be any frowns

It’s America’s pearl

Big Mac will hurl

It’s a wanker’s dream

Nobody’s a team

It’s play money

Will you be my honey?

It’s a loser’s luck

Do you wanna fuck?

It’s white man’s riches

Full of bitches

It’s a wife beater

Whose gonna be a cheater?

It’s god’s hand

West of Graceland

The boy’s first

The drunk’s thirst

The women lost

How about a frost?

The women strut

The doors shut

Hairy man

Rack of lamb

Gourmet meal

Dolphin & seal

Hotel tower

Couple in the shower

I’m gonna make dough

I’m not gonna go

We’ll get wed

I’ll get head

She’ll get laid

I’ll get a maid

It’s America’s wonder

Come on under

It’s everyone’s depression

A lasting impression

It’s America cheese

People on their knees

In all its glory

Cheese of fury

It’s Vegas

97.04.18.16:36:00@505MAHWAHLVinsp

David Harth 1997-01-23 David Harth 1997-01-23

Loneliness

It is me

And you

Together

Alone

I am alone

But never lonely

Share a will

Comprehend a thought

Make a dream real

Loneliness

It is where the heart

Is empty

Lacking

Insecure

Dark

Full of pain

Lust

And joy

Loneliness

It is

music

and art

poetry

and dance

death

and life

war

and birth

love and

hate

Loneliness

It is what I have inside

For I cannot find

It is what I have deep

For I cannot complete

It is what I hold onto

For I have its grip

It is a beauty of mine

For I pray to it nightly

It is a hunger

A thirst

A hope

For I am one

And for me

There is one

Loneliness

It’s what you think

What you cannot even

Bare to imagine

No one knows

But I am not he

Only he

Only them

Woman or Man

Firm

Tall

Short

Obese

Please show me the way

Beneath the sea

Part the ocean

Lead the way

I want your hand

Guide me out

Take my kiss

As I love you

My loneliness

Overcame

By your beauty

97.01.23.22:18:00@31USQWNYC