Miss You
I went to my day job,
went out to the yard,
the field,
and dug a hole.
A hole as large as a casket.
I buried their loved one today.
Put that dirt back in,
on that solid grave.
I found the place where I hurt most.
My vacant hole, I dug a lasting plot.
Fill it in with your deepest and darkest secrets.
Whisper in my ear and make the dust settle.
I miss you, more than ever.
I hardly know you, in the present.
I miss you, today and tomorrow.
I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.
I went and did what I had to do,
went to do the work and stand in line,
approached the counter,
and ordered a twenty-four hour stomach ache.
An ache of butterflies,
I swallowed all the women one by one.
Put that net out,
in that blue sky.
I found a trace of your scent on my inner sleeve.
My black long-sleeved, freshly cleaned, pressed.
Comfortable under my chocolate house.
Listening for you calling my first name.
I miss you, more than ever.
I hardly know you, in the present.
I miss you, today and tomorrow.
I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.
I went down and kissed,
up and down your hips,
the beauty,
and found Eden.
A bayonet lies next to my bed.
I stay still, without motion.
Hiding my emotion,
not even a tap of spine will make me love.
I found a kiss no more bound against my lips.
My lips now empty and dry.
Looking for you under pilgrimage gardens.
Finding you in the bottom of the grave.
I miss you, more than ever.
I hardly know you, in the present.
I miss you, today and tomorrow.
I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.03.08.03:22:56@296NYC
Moving Water
I tried with all my might,
my physical strength
and my emotional strength;
but I could not do it.
I could not move the water.
I pushed and pushed with all my might.
I budged and I pulled and I pressed and I packed.
I couldn’t move that water.
I tried so very hard.
I tried to stare at it for lengthy period of times,
hoping for something out of this universe to move that water.
Hoping somehow, some way, that the water would move;
but it did not.
I tried my best,
but I was unsuccessful.
There was nothing more I could do.
I tried all my might to move that water.
But nothing happened.
The water didn’t even budge or sink or flow or trickle.
That water is staying put,
and put is put and put is put.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.18.03:41:02@296NYC
Morning (Version #2)
She smiled at me
as she rolled over
on the soft white bed sheets.
She looked up at me in a gaze
with the most beautiful morning eyes.
She left with no words spoken
and my heart was broken.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.20.01:12:07@296NYC
Macrocephaly
Some desire an introduction.
Some have it secretly in the dark.
Some have it in the light of day.
Some live through me vicariously.
Some never come back and drift into the distance.
Some make music so sweet, that the deaf hear the symphony.
Some whisper to me their most intimate cravings.
Some tell me about lock jaw or other lives spent.
Some share with me about their filling experience.
Some speak a different tongue while in the motion.
Some listen to the cries by the penetrating addict.
Some come back for more and trace the warm skin.
Some leave unashamed but looking for others.
Some crawl to the knees of thirst dripping.
Some devour the hours that have past.
Some have never witnessed.
Some only have seen from afar.
Some dream in the individual's nightmare.
Some are close to my heart.
Some are in my heart.
Some are part of my heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.03.03.03:03:03@296NYC
My Lover’s Unique Ass
My Lover
Has a very unique ass
Too bad
You’ll never see it.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.11.19.22:10:00@Spring&ElizabethNYC
My Name is Jesus
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
My name is Jesus
cause I have a wooden stake
You can cook me tender
and make me real fake
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
I play you over my knee
cause my name is Jesus
and I really gotta pee
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
My name is Jesus
cause I have a wooden stake
You can cook me tender
and make me real fake
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
I play you over my knee
cause my name is Jesus
and I really gotta pee
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.19.12:24:25@296NYC
Moving Realism
Moving through the streets, the land, over the surface of the ocean
Hunting and being hunted by hungry cowards
Searching for the everlasting, making way to the far east
Moving quickly, smoothly, treading the dirt and the sea
Dancing and escaping to other worlds
Leaping from salt pillar to salt pillar
Moving beneath the fever and the diseases of humankind
Beyond the point of no return
Thirsting for the greatest quest knowledgeable
Moving in a forward direction, stimulated by the strength within
Waiting for nothing but to arrive at the established point of dreams
Letting the fantasy become truth as the others look on in awe
Moving to the kingdom to become crowned and loved
Look beyond the obstacles of today and attack the wounds
Be with the One while I grasp my tool of horse hair and wood
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.13.17:50:34@1515NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #4)
she smiled at me,
but I didn’t even know her name...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.29.17:11:00@1515NYC
Money
i’ve been doing some exterior work on my house as of late. i guess the
activity attracts people. on tuesday a man knocked on my door with two
handfuls of pennies asking for work and telling me some story about his wife
and paralyzed child and how he needed to get to polk county. i told him that
he had more money in his hands than i had and that maybe he should employ me.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.24.10:17:33@Earth
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #3)
Riding on the subway
Your blue eyes made me melt
And I saw you for the rest of the day
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.05.09:50:00 @ FTRAIN Bway Lafayette -> Times Sq NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #2)
You are a secret
I’ve seen you before
At least I thought I had
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.01.16:20:00 @ 296NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World
She is not by my side
But I sleep with her nightly
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.02.27.12:27:27 @ 296NYC
Martin Day
Sad...
they ask how is the weather,
and ask “What day is it?”
He just replies with, “Yesterday was Wednesday, tomorrow is Friday.”
(I’ll let you figure out what today is)
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.27.00:00:00@296NYC
Magnetic Poem
I sleep in my shadows
and she moans
I have my tongue
her beauty is how I ache
Language is a gorgeous symphony
Rain on me for moments
© 2001 David Greg Harth
99.06.06.06:00:00@NYC
01.06.06.06:00:00@NYC
MOODY DOPE
Whhooooooooooooo!!
Oh come on baby!
Whhooooooo!!!
Sing it with me baby!
Oh baby!
1 - 2 - 3 !
Sugar Baby Pie!
Whoopie Doopie Doo Pie!
Sugar Love Dupity Dopity Bop bop bop!!!!!
Whhooooooooooooo!!!!
Oh baby!
Darling Baby!
Baby baby!!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.05.01:12:39:00@296NYC
Music
Dear Music,
If I cut my wrists and yell at you,
with profanity, in a drunken slur,
would you still love me?
If I tear apart the lawn
with my brand new automobile,
would you still love me?
If I sleep with another woman,
with blues eyes, blonde hair and slinky green dress,
would you still love me?
If I burn this evening’s dinner,
and have nothing to eat for the festival,
would you still love me?
If I commit the greatest crime in the world
and never return home,
would you still love me?
If you caught me masturbating
with your younger sister on our bed
would you still love me?
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.04.22.18:45:00@WSqPark New York City
Mistake Win
I never thought you could recover from the mistakes you made
But now tears roll down my eyes and all I want
Is my cheek to be next to yours
I never thought I could be wrong or make someone so beautiful
But now the mirror is broken and the garage glass shattered
You made me mad because you should have waited.
Now you have left with no news of today; only yesterday
Mistakes come and go
People come and go
But I’ll never find another lesson
Another bruise
Another time for manipulation or prostitution
Youve inspired me to grow up
Grow older
And grow higher
But now youve left me
With my fist in the glass; bloody
It’s pouring rain outside
But I am not wet
The wind is burning my face
But it is not windy
The ground is shaking beneath me
But the money is not falling from the tree
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.03:16:00@296NYC
00.11.12.24:45:00@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
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