David Harth 2001-02-08 David Harth 2001-02-08

Licking Beef

Your curves

Your sensual lust

Thrust of a tongue

Oh, dear,

Beef, no more

I went to the drugstore

Picked up dinner on the way

Stopped at Exxon

And forgot the children at school

Sorry, I forgot

You were Kosher

And I, just blind

Your father is missing his index tip

Lost it at the machine shop years ago

Autumn leaves make our bed spread

Shaking hands of wet tears

In and out

Film outings

And burning sensations

Clean, crisp salad, packaged tightly

Every night I wake for coffee

Past the toast

And we’ll be friends

Past the beef

And I’ll be wed

01.02.08.14:14:10 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2000-05-30 David Harth 2000-05-30

Love (Version #08)

Love is a lie

Invented by Webster

And make believe poets

And disease

When no longer you want

You take the train

To Never

And when Never arrives

That’s when you cry in

Your lasting sleep

And fade in to

Everyone’s lost

Memory

00.05.30.00:00:00@OBNC/NYC

David Harth 2000-05-21 David Harth 2000-05-21

Ladies and Gentleman

Tell me your disease

Share your pain with me

Let me comfort your horrors

Feel the hearts ache

And our veins boil

Hear the echoes of lost children

And the silence of the dead

See the dark Styx

And insides of my honor

Smell the stench of burning flesh

And used gun powder

Touch the rotten tiny bodies

And use them as old-age diapers

Spit on the graves

Of disgusted

Wasted

And

Bitched

00.05.21.17:49:40 @ PH17 Outer Banks NC

David Harth 2000-05-05 David Harth 2000-05-05

Love (Version #07)

What was I supposed to do?

Deny him the only right and last wish he had?

And on that 4th day of May

My grandfather asked me to deliver him a gun

And in that brown paper bag

I delivered

First I had to discharge him from the Hospital

Take his belongings and pack them up, folded

We both outreached for each other, almost constantly

And took a car service for a few blocks north

His questions ran through my head

His eyes poetic and his smile warm

His leg numb and thumbs caressing my own

His fungus-finger nails hovering and blessing my own

His tears breaking the cracks in his old skin

His white hair trimmed by his own sword

His tea-stained manufactured teeth in place

His light-blue cotton shirt fully buttoned

He did not want to suffer

He did not want her to be alone

He did not want me to give

He did not want to be bought

He only wanted us to do the “right thing”

He only wanted us to do from the heart

He never understood the depth of the knowledge which resides in our hearts

He never knew the person who made me happy

All he wanted was to die in her arms

For he and the love of his life, to die together

And that is what he achieved

But now what do I do

Alone, in a silent, aged,

moth-ball smelling apartment

on 218th St?

00.05.04.15:42:56@1515NYC

00.05.05.03:33:40@296NYC

David Harth 2000-03-11 David Harth 2000-03-11

Love (Version #04)

My mouth is full of your love

Your songs play in my heart

And the beauty you hold solved my endless search

I wrote your name in the sand

Snow racing across a frozen lake

Silent breath

Whispers

A man on the radio asked,

“What’s the point of this?”

And continued...

“Maybe just a smile...”

Sometimes I follow lyrics

Pay attention

Think about them

I need that smile

I need that touch

I need that warmth

I need it

Because it lets me know

And If I don’t know

Then what do I do?

00.01.21.16:00:00@NYC

00.02.08.13:15:51@1515NYC

00.03.11.12:46:23@296NYC

David Harth 2000-02-28 David Harth 2000-02-28

Loneliness and Hopelessness

I just do what I do,

those who listen, listen

those who do not, don’t

those who seek, will seek,

those who are afraid, will remain afraid,

but when they come out of the shadows,

that’s when my beautiful dream is shattered

and I can only live

00.02.28.15:46:17 @ NYC 1515

David Harth 2000-02-23 David Harth 2000-02-23

Love Is Dead

I’d rather share my love

With the pavement I spit on

Then give my love to you

I’d rather distribute my love

To the junkyard dog

Then give my love to you

I’d rather French kiss an ox

And eat rusty nails

Then give my love to you

I’d rather deliver my love

To a hijacker in the Middle East

Then give my love to you

I’d rather fuck a goat

And eat poison ivy

Then give my love to you

I’d rather dispense my love

To cockroaches eating my dinner

Then give my love to you

I’d rather swallow a cum from a priest

And fuck my mother

Then give my love to you

I’d rather share my love

To the shit I make in the toilet

Then give my love to you

I’d rather be dead

And make my family sad

Then give my love to you

I’d rather distribute my love

To the underarm sweat in prisons

Then give my love to you

I’d rather deliver my love

To slugs on dirt

Then give my love to you

00.02.22.10:05:00@I95(PPB)

00.02.23.12:22:00@1515NYC

David Harth 2000-02-22 David Harth 2000-02-22

Liar

I’m a liar

A vicious liar

I lie in cycles

Never coming out

I lied about my virginity

I lied about how many people I’ve slept with

I lied about how old I am

I lied about who I was

I lied about my love for you

I lied about my sexuality

I lied about my history

I lied about my wishes

I lied in that poem

I lied in that painting

I lied when I spoke to you

I lied when I made love to you

I lied when I hugged you

I lied when I killed you

I lied about the secret

I lied about the truth

I lied about masturbation

I lied about breaking glass

I lied when I said I enjoyed you

I lied when I whispered in your ear

I lied when I kissed you

I lied when I fell behind

I lied to my mother

I lied to my father

I lied to my friend

I lied to my lover

I’m a liar

A fuckin liar

Nothing but a liar

A low, selfish liar

A fuckin liar

Destructed

Destroyed

Fucked

A Liar.

00.02.22.17:23:51@1515NYC

David Harth 2000-02-21 David Harth 2000-02-21

Lost Among The Cats

Lost among the cats

Sugar in mind

Remembering what two men said

Seeing a written sign

Two men follow

One in London

One in the District

The Dollar Man

He laughs

Counts

Smiles at me

With I’ll Get Over

The Romantic Man

He arises

Writes

Smiles at The Dollar Man

With definitive understanding

Sugar enjoys before

Don’t remember the professors

Or last night nurses

Or who is on stage

Lost among the cats

Repeating a reassuring phrase

Helping me now

But the innocence

Don’t know if its

Changed

True

Or written on a card

00.02.21.00:00:00 @ AVA

David Harth 2000-02-08 David Harth 2000-02-08

Love (Version #06)

Love is something invented

To make everyone feel guilty

Trespass or cheat

Love is something everyone wishes for

To make all self-conscious

Die or live for

Love is something that only exists

Among yourself if you accept

Those who love you back

Love is something imaginary

Making us all to appear to exist

Or breathe with the ease of knowing

Love is something extraordinary

Created by individuals who share

Because they want to be cared for

00.02.08.14:15:32 @ 1515 nyc

David Harth 2000-01-24 David Harth 2000-01-24

Love (Version #05.2)

I am no rockstar

And I am not a musician

There are no instruments that I can play

But I will take my poetry

And whisper in your ear gently

I am no actor

And I am not famous to the crowds

There are no films with my personality

But I will cradle you in our own private Hollywood

And we will ignite our flames as much as we should

I am no athlete

And I am not a child’s hero

There are no advertisements endorsed with my image

But I will create my own art for you

And wish to see you in our glowing hue

I am no politician

And I am not head of state

There are no monuments in my name

But I will follow our path as it turns

And witness the desire as it burns

I am no model

And I am not built like a strong-man

There are no magazines that have my physique

But I will work on the strengths I bare

And show you how much I care

I am no doctor

And I am not an expert in saving

There are no medical miracles performed by me

But I will be at your side

And give you all the love I can provide

I am no science engineer

And I am not a winner of genius awards

There are no students under my arm

But I will construct a bridge across sea and land

And always be willing and wanting to hold your hand

I am me

And that’s all I’ll ever be

There are only truths and warmths that

Hide behind my blue eyes

And that’s the best Me I can offer

For my love

00.01.24.10:08:00@I95Exit109B

00.01.24.23:12:00@296NYC

David Harth 2000-01-24 David Harth 2000-01-24

Love (Version #05)

I am no rockstar

And I am not a musician

There are no instruments that I can play

I am no actor

And I am not famous to the crowds

There are no films with my personality

I am no athlete

And I am not a child’s hero

There are no advertisements endorsed with my image

I am no politician

And I am not head of state

There are no monuments in my name

I am no model

And I am not built like a strong-man

There are no magazines that have my physique

I am no doctor

And I am not an expert in saving

There are no medical miracles performed by me

I am no science engineer

And I am not a winner of genius awards

There are no students under my arm

I am me

And that’s all I’ll ever be

There are only truths and warmths that

Hide behind my blue eyes

And that’s the best Me I can offer

For my love

00.01.24.10:08:00@I95Exit109B

David Harth 2000-01-20 David Harth 2000-01-20

Love (Version #03)

Don’t know

what it is

or where it is

So, I’ll just sit here

and wait for it.

00.01.20.17:12:17@1515 NYC

David Harth 1999-08-24 David Harth 1999-08-24

Leo

I’ve never met you

You’ve left before a new discovery

You lion, you

Leo

My sign is cancer

A disease I hope I did not end you

Did you get my invite?

Leo

No bible tonight

No 72nd or lower down under

Make me a star

Leo

Your aging face

And little ones up there

It’s nice to be the singing song

I’ll never forget

The name plate I have written

Leo

Father

Art of the man

Should have bumped into you then

Was born too late

Perhaps too early

But now I’ve got Nine

And Nine more coming

Leo

I never saw your shadow

Or heard your footsteps on wood

I never sold you a painting

Or complained once or twice

Leo

For you

I make art

Tonight

99.08.24.23:45:34@296 New York City

In Memory Of Leo Castelli

David Harth 1999-08-21 David Harth 1999-08-21

Love (Version #02)

Fist

Concrete

Fist

Steel

Fist

Glass

Fist

Tar

Fist

Iron

Fist

Bark

Fist

Moat

Fist

Barbed Wire

Fist

Stone

Fist

Truth

Fist

Lies

Fist

Promises

Fist

Apologies

Fist

Looks

Fist

Warmth

Fist

Birth

Fist

Opera

Fist

The Book

Fist

Mind

Fist

Beauty

Fist

Navel

Fist

Eyebrows

Fist

Eyes

Fist

Lips

Fist

Breasts

Fist

Ass

Fist

Legs

Fist

Communication

Fist

Sharing

Fist

Caring

Fist

Welcoming

Fist

Cradling

Fist

Singing

Fist

Aging

Fist

Sleeping

Fist

Thinking

Fist

Broken

Fist

Chained

Fist

Bound

Fist

Lost

Fist

Hurt

Fist

Fuck

Fist

Art

Fist

Her

Fist

1999.08.21.03:13:13 @ F to Broadway & 296 New York City

David Harth 1999-07-13 David Harth 1999-07-13

Last Night

She was dancing in front of me

Up above my shoulders

On the table before me

Scattered with wine and glitter dust

Her tight white pants

Snugged her clean shaven legs

She grinded her waist

Before my blue eyes

She moaned all night

Sexy she was

I couldn’t help

But get harder and harder

I noticed her daisy flowers

Her breasts bare underneath

With the music playing

And the warm candles burning

She leaned into me

On her 57th street flat

We kissed and dove

And I was joined with Romeo

Embraced and kissed

Feel of a thigh

My fingers glided up and down

Around her navel and in her hair

Bodies pressed against each other

Her nipples stiff in my mouth

I lead her to the bed

Cascaded in gold and ravishing cream

Until late hours of midmorning

After four bottles of wine

Devouring the sex

Until the next night

The silver was all over me now

She and I lay in the nude

With the breeze over us

Laying still watching her

I traced her contour with my finger

Around her insides as she slept

The morning sun penetrated the room

Now whitely lit with a taste of mint

I rise out of bed

With my imagination in place

Step to the sink and splash my face with water

And I awake once more from my dream

99.07.13.04:36:10 @ 296

New York City

David Harth 1998-10-23 David Harth 1998-10-23

Loaded Clouds

Backflips

Spinouts

& Overouts

Cha-Kick

-BANG!!

98.10.23.00:00:00@F Train to Times Sq NYC

David Harth 1998-08-09 David Harth 1998-08-09

The Laughter Of Life

This is my life

Find the humor

I was defense

I marched in parades

I drive over the speed limit

With a great big smile

Knowing she’s at my side

This is my life

The one who I want

She does not give a damn

The one who wants me

I hate

The one I need

Doesn’t exist

Laugh

I spend dollars on art

Because I need too

To prevent lovers from hating each other

No one understands

The thin line

Of an artist’s life

Laugh

Sometimes I wish

Other times I seek

Sometimes I wait

Other times I fall

But all in all

It’s a mystery

They think I want

A beauty queen

An art freak

A lover

A human

Laugh

I get more romance

With my cat

And the moon

Then I do with

You

Or a paintbrush

Laugh

They think I need a shoulder

To cry upon

Reality

I offer my shoulder

For all of you

Laugh

I’ve been ticketed

I’ve been in jail

I’ve been an exhibitionist

I’ve been in love

I’ve been rescued

I’ve been hurt

I’ve been afloat

I’ve been flying

I’ve been under water

I’ve been upside down

I’ve been fetal

I’ve been dancing

I’ve been going down

I’ve been returned

I’ve been burned

I’ve been sucked

I’ve been forgotten

I’ve been mailed

I’ve been lost

I’ve been sleeping

I’ve been wanted

I’ve been yours

Laugh

I’ve been laughed at

I’ve laughed with

I’m a laugher

Come feel ridiculous with me...

98.08.09.22:08:00@WhiteSands Bermuda

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