So Many Times
Every encounter
With every moment
With every calendar day
With each month
Every second
Hour after hour
With every person
Every lover
Every sexual encounter
With every visit
Every solution
Every consumption
Daily
Minute by minute
Every full moon
Every cycle
Every revolution
Every evolution
Numerous
Every occasion
Every holiday
Every day off
Every time
Suicide
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.30.17:05:30@130BklynNYC
Stopping Love
I stop time.
I stop the earth’s rotation.
I stop the clouds moving across the skyline.
I stop the clock rotating.
I stop the birds in flight.
I stop the flower growing.
I stop the river flowing.
I stop the volcano erupting.
I stop the tear crying.
I stop the ladybug crawling.
I stop the enemies fighting.
I stop the bombs dropping.
I stop the dew forming.
I stop the rain falling.
I stop the race beginning.
I stop the heart beating.
I stop the light shining.
I stop the sun setting.
I stop the wind blowing.
I stop the music playing.
I stop the painter painting.
I stop the singer singing.
I love to stop.
I stop to love.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.07.25.13:20:23@130BKLYN
Silver Coughing
I expected a delivery package.
I coughed up a mouth full of silver.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
07.08.28.15:37:00@505HudsonNYC
08.05.25.20:09:16@296NYC
Starting Ending
If you are entitled to only
One dream and one heart,
How do you pick?
If you cannot pick, cannot select
If you cannot control time,
If you cannot do so many things
In the limited time of life
What shall you do?
Sleep in your coma?
Give birth to your children?
Love your lover?
Do you sing your songs?
Believe in your religion?
Carry your Bible?
Take it to the longest day?
The poetry? The diary? The drawing?
What will you do?
When you have but one choice -
One choice only?
Do you discard your memory?
Your experience? Your future?
How do you decide?
What makes the decision?
What starts the fire? What makes the heat?
What drowns the sadness? What makes the tears roll?
How does your day get better?
How worse?
How common?
How do you tell the truth? Or live a lie?
How do you live the truth? Or tell a lie?
How often are you real?
How often are you someone else?
They ask -
What will you do? What should you do?
Some day -
It may be just the day you are in love with
While the day, is not in love with you
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.18.19:26:55@296NYC
She’s In Love
Stopped eating months ago,
Took off her gown, her dress,
Finished up her hair,
Put away her make up,
It was Tuesday,
She’s in love now.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.01.10.16:15:07@599BwayNYC
Sleeping (Version #2)
There is no time to sleep.
Only to command.
Movements of research beneath the sheets.
Let communists suck my thick cock.
Blondes line down the street
An officer finds my hole.
Peggy and take it on in.
Critics say I’m nothing
But they haven’t even critiqued.
I drool, I spit, I defecate, I spunk like two G’s.
Thank you Benjamin.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.22.15:30:00@505HudsonNYC
Standing For No Reason
I’m standing for no reason.
No reason at all.
But I want to meet you.
I cannot sit and I cannot read and I cannot listen to music.
I’ll stand until the exit and I’ll stand until the rain.
I’ll stand until the end and I’ll stand until you have completed.
I’ll stand forever until I meet you.
For it is you that I stand for.
You are the reason I stand,
I stand for nothing.
And nothing is what I stand for.
With no reason I stand.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.22.14:49:19@599BwayNYC
Suicide (Version #3)
I think of suicide every day.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:28:13@296NYC
She Loves You
Because you are in love with another woman.
Because your heart belongs to someone else.
Because you are committed.
Because you are head over heels.
That is why, she loves you.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.08.11:20:00@599BwayNYC
Sad Heart
I hate my day job.
I love a woman.
I can’t perceive that I will live the rest of my life doing what I do today.
I contemplate regularly killing myself, more often than you could imagine.
I wish I could see my niece and nephew every day.
I wish I had unlimited funds of money.
I wish I was a little taller.
Despite my great girth of my cock, I wish I was a little bit longer.
Sometimes I wish my nose sloped differently.
I wish my gut was smaller.
I don’t understand why there is crap at some galleries and I’m at none.
I wish I was a better poet.
I am darker than anyone can imagine.
Not my sister, not my one
Not a therapist, and not a psychoanalyst.
I’m dangerous. Be aware.
This is not a note of death.
Its truth. Its honesty. And I’m not afraid to admit it.
In the end, it’s just language, words written, a poem perhaps.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.24.14:15:08@205HudsonNYC
Shit
I’m tired of this shit
Shit on the walls
Shit on the stalls
Shit here, there and everywhere.
I’m tired of your shit
His shit and her shit
My shit and their shit
Political shit, emotional shit, and art shit
I’m tired of painting shit
Sculpting shit, producing shit, pushing shit
Making shit, eating shit, drinking shit
I’m tired of all this shit.
I’m tired of the shit standing
Shit traveling, shit escaping, shit music
Shit reads, shit plays, shit films
Shit mom, shit dad and shit you.
I’m tired of the shit
But mainly the shit on the wall
No more shit on the wall
Tired of the shit
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.13.20:01:23@296NYC
Slow Madness
I’m going mad
Telling you lies
Why won’t you love me?
He knocks his head against the door frame once more.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.03.15.13:09:41@205HudsonNYC
Sleeping Commercially
She’s organizing
Preparing
And categorizing
She’s Putting things in order
Labeling
And sorting
She’s twisting, she’s turning
Placing and calculating
She’s doing the math
She’s doing the science
Figuring it out
Finding the proportion
She’s got the formula going
She found the quantity
And the cost
She’s classifying
And arranging
She identified
Grouped and determined
She found the need
Completed the task
And she’s specifying
Determining
And sifting
She’s compartmentalizing
Finding solutions
And she’s sleeping
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.16:01:39@205HudsonNYC
Swollen Thursday
A romp
You left me swollen
In my eye,
You punched
I’m never dry
I’m sore
Left that taste in your mouth
So sour
I pour
I’m drenched
Tonight - open up the door
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.01.12:46:42@205HudsonNYC
Samuel Beckett
I have never told this to anyone,
but I speak the truth
and the truth comes out from under me
out from under the rocks and wet leaves
it’s taken years of abuse and admittance
of waiting in lines and for my hair to fall out
years of using deodorant and years of eating T.V. dinners
but I figured I’d tell the truth now
because better now then never
especially since I’m going blind
and the doctors say I only have nine more months to live
and live I shall,
live I shall
I made love to Samuel Beckett.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.17.21:18:21@296NYC
Sandwich Crust
I’m sorry,
but you can’t have my sandwich crust.
I’m saving my crust for someone else.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.10.12:21:13@205HudsonNYC
Snatch Hunt
I’m trying to seek you out.
I’m ready to kidnap you.
Devour your last breadth.
Steal your last pulse.
I’m on the hunt.
I’m on the hunt for new snatch.
Got some snatch I can snack on?
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.08.11:48:11@205HudsonNYC
Sea Garden
You are my mermaid
Flowing in and out of my life
The current takes you to my heart
The very depths of which
You have made your home
Settled inside my cave of emotions
A breeze above the sea blows
Trade winds bring you near
Then take you far
You are my pearl
My greatest discovery
A hidden treasure found
My every day paradise
My heart’s companion
The spell which has kept me
Sea creatures of the North
Golden chariots take us forth
To my kingdom of love under the sea
A place for you and me
Sea creatures of the South
Put your rose lips to my mouth
Let your eyes look beyond the sea
Open wide and tell me that I am he
Sea creatures of the East
My eyes upon you have never seen such a feast
In this blue water sea
It is time to be with thee
Sea creatures of the West
I know you wish to settle in my nest
Where you and I become one with the sea
No more shall I make plea
Ride the waves of the world
Don’t let yourself miss the wind
For the zephyr has taken you to my arms
Continue to capture it and seize it
Let the winds lead you further
To the hands I offer and heart I open
A new dawn has risen
Rays of the sun penetrate these waters
My blue eyes are not yet ice
Opportunity has knocked on the hull
Let’s make love as the sails ripen us
It’s time to throw the nautical charts to the wind
Filled with intellectual delight and exquisite beauty
You are my everything love
My garden beneath the sea
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.27.24:00:14@296NYC
September End
(I)
Month’s end is here
My eyes shed lonely tears
My heart is bleeding
Like the Antarctic Sea
Love for you has not disappeared
The symphony awaits your attendance
Passenger trains are filled
With but one love
When blue eyes of Kansas met blue eyes of York
No one told us there would be a solar eclipse
(II)
I wish not to sleep alone tonight
My sheets await your arrival
Do not stay out too late
I’ll keep the light on
Claim that you are free
And become my forever angel
You are my compass to life’s journey
A path in the commitment of two warm hearts
(III)
Take my hand
Waltz with me
Through the hall of love
Showering arrows from heaven above
I’ll put on my finest suit
You’ll wear your softest silk
We’ll dine on the breadth of the moon
Backlit among the lights of Paris
(IV)
Let my tongue greet your October thighs
Like it has never done before
It’s me down below
Licking at your morning dew
Let our cries of tender desire
Rattle the ground that all others walk upon
And let our love making sweat
Make the sun jealous
(V)
Month’s end is here
My eyes shed lonely tears
The autumn air has moved across the Hudson
Each day gets colder as they go by
I hear the screams from your heart
Your deepest part always welcomed
A sunset without you in my life
Is like volcanic ash filling my lungs at night
I leave my love with one last sentence
Live as if there were no tomorrow
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.12.24:39:46@296NYC