Never Again
Never Again
Will I make midnight cab rides
To underplayed Stevie Wonder fans
To fall in love with them
And rush back home
To wash up
Go to sleep
And bite my lips
To bed
Never Again
Will I repeat digits for those who want
Company and profit
Under black and blue skies
Or roll around in comfort
To be watched by hidden eyes
Behind locked doors
Never Again
Will I work up the courage
To tell you the truth
And share my friendship
And to tell you when it’s time to go
When I’m tired
And when i will dive off building tops
Never Again
Will my love be lost
Or my time be spent
With you
Because you are a waste of time
And you make me cry
And huddle in the puddles I create
Because you are not real
And you make me mad
And make my stomach spin
Never Again
Will I be your belly dancer
Or proud pounder
Or teacher
Never Again
Will I catch you
Protect you
Or save you
Never Again
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.12.21.23:22:00 @ 296 NYC
98.12.23.17:11:40 @ 1515 NYC
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