Perfection?
Don’t be afraid to ask me
Or bite me
Swallow
Wear pink or black or blue or green
Be secure and in tune
Know who you are and who I am not
Eat good be good eat bad be bad
Remember to be exciting
Don’t be afraid of the new
Of Handcuffs or feathers or strawberries
Of Diamonds or leather or porn
Of Exhibitionism or multiples or outdoors
Be real and able to cry
Hold, Care, Hug
Learn, Live, Love
Outreach and dig and fall
Don’t be afraid of meeting
Old, Older, New, Newer or past
Accept the future and illness
Battle like a fighting beast
Talk, Communicate, Experience
Feel, Think, Remember
Try, Attempt, Succeed, Fail
Write, Create, Smile, Develop
Don’t be afraid of difference
Birth marks, nipple hairs, bellies
Accents, nose curls, pubic hairs
Of cock rings, shave-less, loneliness
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.12.07.17:26:41@NYC
Pornography
Unforgettable
Drive-By-Shooting
Dr Dre, Ice Cube, Chuck D
Plastic Hollywood Blonde
Revised And Updated Edition
Thumping Pumping Bass
The Tunnel, The Limelight, The Roxy
Madonna, Michael Jackson, George Michael
Gay Man Mel
New York City, Las Vegas, Amsterdam
Germans, Dutch, Americans
Greek, English, Freeze
Split, Splat, Spew
Hard Rock Cafe
Purple Dinosaurs And Teletubbies
Larry Flynt And Al Goldstein
Screw, Hush, Lush
Hustler, Pusher, Pushy
Beat, Feet, Meat
Candle, Fondle, Fun
Friend, Frown, Fresh
Nipple, Dipple, Dapple
Splatter, Patter, Poo
Sugar, Diaper, Doo
Squeeze, Loose, Tease
Fantasy, Hungary, Smoothie
Worshipper, Mama, Daddy, Blue
Get Down, Revolve, Suck
Luck, Lick, Bick
Dick, Sick, Sheek
Fuck, Buck, Struck
Cum, Came, Cumming
Cummed, Called, Kept
Cream, Crumb, Crawl
Pornography
Porno
Porn
Slut, Smut, Smell
Sweep, Sweat, Swift
Shine, Shrine, Scene
Pills, Thrills, Dildos
Bert And Ernie
Jacoby And Meyers
Heckle And Jeckle
Tom And Jerry
Time And Tale
Debbie Does Dallas
I Did The Goat
One Million Dollars
Rich Man Folk, Fuck, Free
Pornographic
Photographic
Artistgraphic
Artographic
Harthographic
Piece
Pull
Plump
Spread
Pornography
Hot, How, Here
Hope, Hump, Dump
Deep, Dive, Dove
In, Out, About
Coca-Cola CEOs, Midnight Runners, Donald Trump Pumpers
Beat
Thump
Beat Thump
Pornography
Scared, Sacred, Scar
Sleep, Seep, Slept
Soup, Speak, Spoon
Pornography
Bit, Bitten, Bite
Ravish, Grasping, Around
Inside Thigh Forget
Let Loose
Let Go
Have Fun
Enjoy
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.11.23.24:29:37@296NYC
PUNK
tough
it’s in, it’s out
a twist of lime
a fruit drink inside
a wonder bread
a tornado head
a cold rain
a pouring drain
it’s time to go
inside-out
down and about
red, orange, green and blue
fly-like-colors
howling wind
fly-like-colors
no dust in my teeth
bite my lip
i bite my lip
take you up
towers of lust
desire a must
on top of that temple
steps to the holy one
never take one
a cherry tree
drop yours tonight
love birds in sight
wanted and believed
greys between
living colors
no waisted horrors
smart time
to my chime
it’s a wanted one
a soul of two
a connected pair
its time little frog
webbed feet
duck your head
under counter
it’s time to be a lemon
a grateful sin
a dead pig
drowning meat
no vegetables in the heat
i am in need
for that lovey speed
smoke it up
junk it up
punk it up
fill me up
i am in need
for that lovey speed
deal me a drug
flow me up inside
cover me in white
all over; i wont bite
colors;
they fly like jets
red, white, & blue
skies in russia
skies in america
japan & zealand
guatemala & fruit lands
they fight like army men
warriors of hell
painted faces; portraits of heroes
it’s a shoot
captain, a cigar
rip down the road
a drag mobile
wind turning
dog barking
zoom in
zoom out
it’s about that time
out - and - about
i am in need
for a cold rain
and a pouring drain
it’s time to go
inside-out
down and about
round
round
beach ball play
womyn in suits
men in sun-tan
palm beach springs
and new orleans
lima, I sinka your marina
beauty, no queen, ill split your spline
no more
time to go
split out
colors about
explode
i need some
big bang
fighter plane
above and beyond
no place to go
run in
run out
zoom about
it’s time to become a monument
© 1999 David Greg Harth
97.07.07.23:34:11 @ 31 NYC
99.05.07.16:55:03 @ 1515 NYC
99.05.10.03:37:35 @ 296 NYC
Price List
wedding dress: $8,000
health insurance: $350
new car: $27,395
gum surgery: $640
friendship: priceless
call-girl: $200
taxi: $8
train ticket: $58
postage stamp: $.33
phone call: $38
project: $500
one pair of blue jeans: $37
box of cereal: $5
vitamins: $12
airline ticket: $740
cliff house: $300,250,000
service provider: $25
on sale: 2 for 1, 95, 99
grievance: now
colored pencil: $2.95
postcard: $1
magazine: $7
unlimited fare metro card: $63
toll: $4
movie ticket: $9
star event: $125
rip-off for the possible: $850
tuxedo rental: $140
sadness: correct
realistic plastic pleasure: $54
concert ticket: $62
pay check: $500
owed: $12,000
art-write-off: $17
donation: $15
music: gabriel
collection estimate: $40,000
sensible guy: $5
base: over a million
rent: $1,600
modeling fee: $60
toy car: $.99
throat drops: $1.59
a piece of me: for rent
drug co-pay: $5
bottled water: $1.25
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.03.25.01:12:21@296 NYC
People
People come & go
They share
Sometimes forget
But always remember
The kind & The evil
The pussy cats
& the various pound dogs
The crackling fire
Gay porn stars
And flaming art
The sorrows
& the pain
I won’t forget you
Until you make
The order
And until you do
I’ll be here
For you
But just don’t come
& go
Stay once in
A while...
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.02.07.23:13:58 @ 296 NYC
Purple Pleasure
Being in the pleasure chair with you
It vibrates below us
The puffy white pillows around us
I get captured in your every-day scent
I follow you in dance steps
And hold you tightly and close
I welcome your packages of home deliveries
From flowers to dildos
You turn me on.
Slowly I got to know you
And now we are a couple
Doing things together
Naughty or nice
Touch your lips
And kiss your thigh
A glide of a hand
Way down inside
In the shower
The steamy wetness
It makes us hot
And you slippery wet
You turn me on.
My soapy hands exploring
Every sensual curve
Every bend and pore
My hands cup your breasts
Your nipples now stiff
You turn me on.
Behind you I stand
Strong and firm
It’s the care we share
On this night we dare
No longer needed
Is that home delivery
You turn me on.
The purple pleasure is hot
Full of passion
With needs that have to come out
And cum
Flowing and galloping desires
Overwhelming and pouring
Like restless animals under African skies
Frantic love pain
Of throbbing rocking joy
That purple sky
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.01.22.16:46:38 @ 1515 NYC
Pigeon Shit & Coffee
I got lucky today
I scored
I threw up
After my coffee
And I stayed
Forever
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.21.16:28:00@VISNYC10036TimesSquare
Plastic
Spread wide open
Let me slide
Spend and get lost
Twice is better
Cost more
I am money
Control me with your feelings
Rent me
Lubrication is not necessary
Watch me
I remember you
You were here before
Discount activated
Wait -
You did not come here before
You just come and go
You left
Stay right there for a minute
Apply now
Some heavy pressure
Feel the breathing
That’s a big one!!
Double that!!
Color fabricated for your perfect desire
It’s kind of like a toy
Remember link-n-logs and tinker-toys?
Putting things together
It’s all making sense
cents
Enter
At your own risk
Debt my ass
Breeze
Whipped
Check
Stroked in your wallet
Marked
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.08.14.23:41:40@NYCNJ
Pretending
She was pretending
Like she didn’t know the rules
Or the games
She was pretending
Like she didn’t like the wetness down her cheeks
Or the soft touch and glare
She was pretending
Like she didn’t want the grapevine sessions
Or the dripped-dry laundry lines
She was pretending
That she didn’t know the lies
Or want to know about the words
She was pretending
That she didn’t hear the songs I sang
Or see the paintings I painted
She was pretending
Not to smell the fresh air
Or see the sun glare every day
She was pretending
That she was leaving me
Or that she hated me
She was pretending
To ignore me
Or that phones rang
She was pretending
That her laughter was for me
Or that reality is here
She was pretending
To enjoy the silence
Or want the noise
She was pretending
Not to play the answering machine
Or admit to the wants
She was pretending
And that’s all I have to say
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.07.29.02:13:48@NJ07430Mahwah
Pigeons (Leaving)/Leaving (Pigeons)
I take my photography
and picture you in pornography
I will commit the robbery
and go down on your shrubbery
You are like a warm wasted drug
moving through my arteries like a slug
I search for love
but all I am is a dead dove
I am helpless
as your love affair with yourself
reeks of sawed off monkey heads
I brace myself as you jerk at my dick
I always wish I could perform that trick
For you I commit a rhyme
and give away my last cocaine dime
You rape me of my belief
and never give me any relief
You leave your scent in my blood stained eyes
and you never loosen my ties
I thrive for the different direction
and never get an erection
I am an addict
I survive on the thoughts people shed
Leave behind
The beauty of day
Leaves me alone
and makes me kill the pigeons you find
on city floors
Making babies
and microwaves
Telephone chasing
and my fingers tracing
Leftover turkey
my eyes are murky
hiding the death
That I have killed
the lovers
the travelers
the listeners
the seekers
the lookers
the patients
the devils
the gods
the pigeons
the colors
the rhymes
the birth
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.03.15.23:15:59@07430
Pain
Bringing them out
Like freshly bought butterflies
Like tulips and roses
And tasty ears of corn
Full of joy and bounce
They never surrender
Full of color and chaotic smells
All day I’d like to slip a few
I pass them fluttering on the street
And hear their vibes
And catch their eyes
The warm sun beats down
The shadows created
Between erect buildings
And tremendous skyscrapers
Waltzing along
With cherries at height
Feeling wet
And sparkle cheese
Overcast
Comes over
Shade all around
Casting and engulfing
They scurry like ants
Way down to the underground
Luxurious displays
On pleasure pictures
Following their flutter
I think of something to mutter
Leaning against
A view I’ll never forget
Legs sticking out
All over they wiggle
Under my silver
Gathering clusters of drops
Like embarrassed young children
Like little babies
And hand-held raisins
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.03.12.22:17:29@10036NYC
Path
Reaching in
Bending forward
Leaning in
Sun down
Night rising
Trees swaying
Glare opening
Stare conquering
Fingers gripping
Water flowing
People running
Bubbles bursting
Stars above
Air whipping
Warmth heating
Train coming
Catch it now
They missed it
All the children
They missed the train
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.01.15.16:52:00@NYC10036
The Phone Man
The man on the phone
he stared at me today
his curly hair
like a cherry tree
He gazed at me
glass ball-eyed
he yelled and screamed
did not piss in his pants
Hand in pocket
he knows me
I try to pass
he stabs through me
The man on the phone
he hunts for me
I ran down the hall
pass a sign
he follows
the man on the phone
I ran past the crew
and the bed men too
I ran to the alley
and past the white ghosts
I have a glimpse
woman in the window
her bare breasts
sticking out
Her nipples hard
as can be
man on the phone
on my ass
I stare at the woman
the woman in the shadows
out from the window
she gives a yell
I climb the ladder
to the woman
her breasts bare
in front of my stare
She takes me inside
the phone man behind
I lay on the bed
as she straddles my waist
The window crashes open
the man who knew me
he runs into the room
as the woman grinds her hips
The phone man approaches
the woman atop
pulls a caliber
out from his jacket pocket
Points it behind her
In front of me
behind her bare breasts
her stiff nipples
in front of me
The phone man
he pulls the trigger
I bleed
Her nipples toss
In front of me
The phone man
he knew me
I lay there
as he calls 911
as his lover
falls to the ground
as I die
beneath dead bare breasts...
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.11.20.22:17:57@NYC
Perfume
Sadness throughout the land
One man can save all the dead souls
He comes in the night, all in black
An artist of many trades
Strong in heart
He comes in the night, and repetition of glory
An artist of many thoughts
Sadness will come in death valley
Across the sea
All who float
Are dead at his feet
He will come to save us
My Lord
He will show no mercy
My Lord
He will come to save us all
The Devil himself
The Angel himself
It is such a beautiful day
Drinks are offered
On the beach
Walk the dog
Never be raped
Read a book
I will suck
Your Blood until you are dry
Take the goodness
I will kill myself
Goodnight forever
I am dying
Over and over
I am slowly dying
Inside
I am rotting away
The drugs
The perfume
The hell they have given me
© 1996 David Greg Harth
96.12.10.02:00:00@31USQWNYC