not mechanical
Bionic Blend
Blurred vision
Cellular devices hooked up
Surrounding my brain
Encompass my thoughts
Bookend around the B Train
RA-Dio waves passing through
Traveling speeds
Fast speed
High on crack
On wave tunes
High tunes
Electronic exchanges
B sides
Brave ballrooms
Hung balls
Nut cracking massages
Super Duper High Tech
Revolution
Lube
Glued
television
multiplication the simplification
B frank B kite B byte
Singapore
Tye
Von
Ren the dollar, rent the book
Streak
Light
Mental note
note of sugar
Sugar cane
note in the bag
B
B the travel
B the plane
jet just blast
Bring on
Become the ring
Role off the tongue
9 8 20 23 20 2 sea you 2 Bnm
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.21.12:47:34 @ 296 NYC
Sad
Sad because you don’t know why
Sad because I made a black painting
Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear
Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me
Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy
Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music
Sad because she knows
Sad because she is so mighty
Sad because she is so beautiful
Sad because she is so right
Sad because she is so tremendous
Sad because she is not here
Sad because she is not mine
Sad because a candle burns alone
Sad because I smell of smoke
Sad because I’ve been sold
Sad because my property went
Sad because
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City
Hero
You are my hero.
You have inspired me
To live
To create
To love
You are my hero.
You have taught me
To standup
To fightback
To rebel
You are my hero.
You have shown me
The world
The light
The god
You are my hero.
You have imbedded taste in me
For art
For lust
For truth
You are my hero.
You have listened
When I was crying
When I was damaged
When I was not even yours
You are my hero.
You have met my inspiration
You have met my followers
You have met my lovers
You are my hero.
You have enlightened me
To teach peace
To teach trust
To teach kindness
You are my hero.
You have brought gifts to me
Ones I will open daily
Ones I will cherish forever
Ones I will share with my children
You are my hero.
You have cried
You have laughed
You have died
You will always be my hero.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.01:41:36 @ 296 NYC
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
Vomit
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit in my dreams
I vomit on the land
We rolled around
In that orange and green
In that yellow and brown
In that neon blue
We rolled around
Horsed around
Fooled around
I punctured her skin
With my stick
We had a fuck
In that vomit
Vomit all around
Puke on myself
She puked on me
And then I on her
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit on her hands
I vomit on her payment
We paid each other
Went our ways
I never saw her again
But I have a trail of vomit
Leading down to my cock
And now I’m going
And I’ll puke some more
Vomit some more
And smell the stench
In my dreams
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.20.10:38:46 @ In my dreams PMSMCA
Face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I’ll believe in God
I’ll fall in love
I’ll talk to my mother
Let me just have one look
Just for a little while
I want to see
I want to see your sculpted face
Let me see your face
I have to see your face
Please, let me see your face
I want to see your face
I need to see your face
Just one little glimpse
One quick look
A little gaze
A brief squint
Let me see your image
Let me see your chiseled face
Let me see your beauty
Let me see why people are running
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I have to see your face
Let me trace your outlines
Allow me to enter peace
I must see your face
I have to see it now
I can’t go on living
I need the proof to survive
I heard about your face
Magnificent
Vibrant
Godly
Surreal
I want to see your face
Let me see your face
I beg you
I will turn away right away
Let me see your face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC
Tuna Fish
“Tuna Fish”
My father makes the best tuna fish (salad).
I always know, if the tuna fish I’m eating,
is made by my father or not. His tuna fish
has a unique taste. It’s not about added pepper
or celery or extra mayo. It’s just the taste,
or maybe it’s in the knowing. It’s not just
tuna fish. It’s tuna fish that has unseen
love inside.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.11.16:10:51 @ 1515 NYC
A Brief Funny Story
I was at my Opa’s apartment last night.
In case you didn’t know, Opa is my grandfather.
Anyway, he is 89 years old and has an older brother, about age 94? in South Africa. They both fled Germany when Hitler decided to kill people.
I was showing Opa what I do at work. I had brought my laptop computer up to him last night and for the first time he was able to see and hear what I do at work and in my art world. I showed him websites I worked on and other things. Even played a video for him.
He was quite amazed at the technology.
We then emailed his brother and some other relative.
But first, he looked at his watch. He noticed the time and he said we couldn’t because if we did that, it would wake them up. I had to take about 4 minutes and explain to Opa that emails don’t wake up people like phone calls do. I still don’t think he fully understands. But it was funny.
And that’s my brief funny story.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.10.15:31:42 @ 1515 NYC
Poem For A Girlfriend
I’m sorry I made you cry
I never wanted to hurt you
I’m sorry we shared those moments together
I never wanted to waste your time
I’m sorry we connected and lasted so long
I never wanted to deceive you
I’m sorry I encouraged you into commitment
I never wanted to lead you wrong
I’m sorry we dedicated so much time to us
I never wanted to confuse you
I’m sorry for everything I have done
But you didn’t tell me
You had a dick.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.17.14:17:00@BABSON/MASS.
Comparison To A Hard Roll
One is hard
One is soft
One is old
One is young
One tastes sweet to men
One tastes sweet to women
One has impersonators
One is an impersonator
One goes well with soup
One goes well with meat
One is a world favorite
One is a family favorite
One produces inspiration
One listens for inspiration
One has been cataloged
One will be cataloged
One will be remembered
One remembers
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.17.14:51:00@BABSON/MASS.
Sea Of Grass
Long stemmed Japanese grass
Swallowed me up
And baby birds fell from the sky
In the curves of my ear
I could hear the soundtrack of my life
An orchestrated musical journey
She twisted around me
Encompassed my passion
She knew my thoughts and circled my being
The panda bear sits eating still leaves
The butterfly floats on a shared dream
The ladybug survives an ocean tide
Today is brought to me
Delivered with soft hands
And brown eyes
She sits and waits
I search and turn
We join again and again
Nothing stopping
Not even poison or ice
I sit and wait
She is the cherished speed
We join again and again
Nothing stopping
Not even red glows or gliding rubber
We are two
From an island unknown
But we survive
Grow together
We follow the examples
of the great panda bear
delicate butterfly and soft ladybug
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.08.11.22:00:00@296NYC
00.09.12.12:39:00@296NYC
Walk Away
After the rain wept
I could not even raise myself up
I could not stand
My entire body was shaking
My eyes looked down
Sad
Not knowing why
Questioning
The rain continued
Today it poured
Morning hours
A coolness swept over
Pushing the warmth away
Puzzled
And empty
I took to the streets
Walked alone
Questioning
My thoughts racing around
Constantly hungry
Trying to hold
The memory is past
My hands shiver with my breath
I can't believe it now
I don't want to go
You shut the door
And now I'm gone
The wet street beneath
Golden light reflects
A man at the door
Around the corner I turn
Questioning
Fog sets in
Surround my shivering body
My soul
My emptiness
My shadow you decline
Ignored
Forgot
Before the night falls to the sunrise
I go on walking
Away
With The Bible in hand
© 2000 David Greg Harth
2000.09.12.12:30:30@296NYC and 2000.09.27.04:02:03@296NYC
I Have A Gun
I have a gun
I’m going to shoot you
Shoot you up
Fuck you up
Shove it in
And shoot you down
I have a gun
I’ll make it memorable
I’ll make the news
And the newspaper headlines
I have a gun
I’ll be famous
I’ll be history
And the television will broadcast my portrait
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.09.07.01:09:07 @ 296 NYC
Barnes Summer
If I see an apple on the street now
I’ll pick it up and drink its juices
I’ll be allowed to
It would be appropriate
There is nothing you can do
But Pray, I don’t punch you in the face
And remember those nights
When I called down the hallway
While you were paid
And now you are left in my memory bank
And there is nothing I can do
But hope and expand
But I warn you now
As I do every year
Pray I only punch you
Punch you back
And don’t kill you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.08.25.01:15:29@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
Alaska
You Know You Are An Elephant
You know you are an elephant
But what am I?
But what am I?
Just a fan?
Of your marriage?
Your song?
The kitchen chair you sit upon?
You know you are an elephant
Big and grey
Wise
Scared of the little mouse
Sit on my lap,
I’ll tell you a goodnight story
You know you are an elephant
Big ears
Hearing round and round
From California bay side
To the New York harbor
To the early night in Cork
To the last night in Europe
You know you are an elephant
Listening to the closed door
Hearing those two on the other side
Listening for hints, sounds
Making mental notes
Spreading the news
You know you are an elephant
Sleeping around
An animal of sorts
A dead vegetable
Going to Yorkshire
From SOHO
Going to the art fair
From machine gun alley
You know you are an elephant
But what am I?
But what am I?
I’m a lonely clover
Sitting upon your shoulder
Looking and reading into your thoughts
Sniffing at your hair
I’ll leave you alone
If you scratch my back
Scratch my back
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.07.21.04:42:03@296NYC
Geography Is Irrelevant To Sexual Ecstasy
I’m going to shoot it off
Be happy
Be a lover
Divide
Duck
Shoot
You make me want to be gay
A homosexual
A gay lover
A happy man
A happy face
You make me want to dance
Sweat
Shake the ground
Bite you
I’m going to dance
Give you a strip-tease
An art show toast
Create
Inspire
Revolt
You make me want to climb
A rockstar
A molded earth
A mountain
Higher
You make me want to smoke
Drink
Do the drugs
And feel my wet feet on concrete
You make me want to stutter
With rolling words
Of wisdom in the category of
Lions
Lust
Leave
Lonesome
Lie
Leap
Like
Learn
You make me
You turn me into an animal
Happy
So Happy
Happy Face
Bouncing around
Like a rainy-day masturbator
Happy
Now I’m cool
Cold
Feeling the cool breeze
No hot summer weather in my crotch
Tonight, I will sleep
Tonight, I will think of you
And Tomorrow
I will create art
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.07.20.03:12:27@296NYC