Negative One

Silver blacks

Blue eyes

and

Turkey vultures

Brain scientists

Industrial designers

and

Government officials

State vans

Archive dreamers

and

Monkey researchers

Storm surroundings

Jesus followers

and

Art creators

1 + 4 + 1 = 1 (And Mostly -1)

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.10.10.18:10:00@RT32NY

98.10.14.01:39:00@505NJ(with additions)

Navel

Navel

I know you deeply

I explore you

With the touch of my finger

I trace your kind curves

Navel

With an ice cube in hand

I circle your depth

And slightly down below

To your inner thigh

Navel

I bend toward you

With my devilish tongue

I devour you

And swallow you up

Navel

I lick you

Around and around

With my powerful tongue

Wishing you sweetness

Tonight, and forever

Navel

I hear music from your insides

And paint your birth place

With butterfly kisses

And touches from heaven

Navel

I stutter at the sight of you

And close my eyes in your presence

The gorgeous of your tenderness

Blinds me to the heart

Navel

I wish to touch your peach skin

And rotate around you

To feel your softness

And show you light

Navel

I’ll spend hours at your side

And read poetry to your ears

And listen your voice

Navel

I’ll take you to the show

And rub around you

To feel the concave of the cuteness

Navel

I like you

And wish to see you

Navel

I wish to share waves with you

And see the rose buds which you hide

Navel

Forever

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.07.29.02:55:59@NJ07430

notes on paper

Only my sorry ass

Can be shot by your loaded pistol

Girls of bellowing nature

Tend to suck really great

Womyn without intelligence,

I ditch

Fury babies are

Like refrigerator icons

Pornography is an

Artist’s ambition

And my call-out

Is a musician’s photograph

And my lover is

The arm chair you spread on

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.04.23.00:00:00@NYC