A Pigeon Sits
To the left of me
In the abandoned brick window frame
A pigeon sits
Just hours ago
I bent over my porcelain toilet
And vomited yesterday’s meals
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.13.14:06:20@296NYC
Clothing
When you wear my clothes, I love it so much
When you are wearing my blue sweater or grey sweats
My brown shirt or thick socks,
I love it so much
Something so simple
Not often thought about
But makes me in full bliss
Happiness
I love it.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.16:21:42:205HudsonNYC
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
Melting Into You
A moment in space
A pause of breath
A halt of time
A hush of sound
You sit next to me
On my black couch
Part of you is in my lap
Part of you clings to my neck
Your head lies upon my chest
Your hands clench mine
Feelings become
Our hearts merge into one
A softening endearment
Disappearing into love’s gift
As you occupy my heart
You melt into me
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.09.13:17:20@205HudsonNYC
Found Death
I found a man
In a pool of blood
He did reside
Just down from my home
In a pool of blood
I found a man
Dead on the floor
It was dark, it was cold
The man in a pool of blood
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC
Days After
Days after
I slid my fingers in your tight pussy lips
I can still smell the scent of you on my fingers
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.07.12:15:05@296NYC
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
Doctor, Doctor! I’m Drowning In This River
Deeper and deeper, I go, diving in the deep
She phoned the doctor when she saw how far I went
I put her in convulsions, she obtained no sleep
Noticed I was the one in her dreams, I was the one to keep
Couldn’t believe how I sunk down under and in
Just months ago on the street, I did sweep
The surrounding pool, so comfortably warm to my skin
Full moon over in the dark cave sky
Hooked on my passionate smirk, my innocent grin
Took her around the corner, took her out for a spin
Whirlwind, the doctor is on alert
Soon to discover my very own kin
I’m drowning in the gush of a waterfall’s rush
Call the doctor, quickly notify
The neighbors desperately try to make us hush
No more a little decade crush
The way I penetrate the deep blue sea
All I can do is push and pull and make you flush
I’m drowning in this deepness, beyond ocean’s divide
Conquered love’s parallel
I turned this universe on its side
Split the solar system up and wide
Black hole accepting passion’s lustful thrust
Engulfed and swallowed, make me hide
Doctor! Doctor! I plead you how
Come and save me
My back, my hoe, my plow
I take until the grave, an everlasting vow
Let me look, let me listen
Make your magic, make it now
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.06.13:59:20@205HudsonNYC
From The Woods
Wearing white
A gown covered in bells
Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds
A horse gallops in the far distance
Trumpet players chime their sounds
As the attendees pour in
Honey drips down the trees
A bee buzzes by
Humming birds fly
Growling roars are heard from mountain tops
A choir heard for miles
Listening to your every footstep
These states are borderless
Containing nothing but compassion
It is I who waits
The aisle run is over
Your cuffs are off
Free you are
My warm arms open
She came to me draped
From the woods she walked.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC
Love?
I search for the loyal and reliable person,
with love of intimate and strong character.
I want whom - that fair, understanding and reliable.
Who - the one who will divide all pleasures of our general lives,
but also, and will be ready to support me during the difficult moments;
the person, who longs for serious and long-term attitudes
who will estimate them;
the person who doesn’t is imagined real attitudes
between the person and the woman without fidelity,
trust and respect with attitudes to each other.
There where I live was not found such person and
consequently, have decided to correspond through the Internet.
Only here I can open and write that really I think.
If you have become interested in me write to me on e-mail
preletsnaiakoroleva@yahoo.com. I shall look forward to hearing.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.09:40:27@205HudsonNYC
Laughter (#2)
And the last sound I hear
Is the echo of your sweet laughter
The laughter that brought so much joy
Tears, pain, and happiness
The laughter that brought me love
That is the last sound I hear
When my eyes never open again
And when I awake no longer
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.23.23:09:42@296NYC
Long Waiting
How long must we wait for this?
How long must we wait for love?
I ask myself
How long until the next stop?
How long until the next season?
I ask myself
Yes, how long can it be?
How long will this wait be?
Empty, Lost
Its not my cup of tea
I ask, just you, just me
Let us be
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.22.09:39:00@205HudsonNYC
Telling Me, Making Choices
Why would you tell
Why would you tell me
Why wouldn’t you go
And why did you say that?
I can see you moving over this water
Swiftly to me across the lake
I can’t look back and I can’t look forward
Nothing resolved, nothing to bake
Why would you?
Cauterize me
Deceive me
But a swindler you are.
Watching the oaks sway in the sky
Watching the blades of the windmills rotate
They all tell me
That I am one of the wise men
A fool
Hearted and not grounded
You’ve left me stuck
I have two choices
Which one should I make?
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.18.13:35:05@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
Dropping Pants
I don’t know
but I was drinking tea
and let go of the cup
and spilled it all
over my lap
Morning sun came up
she rattled my hum
and it took Bangladesh
and over a ton of barking
to make the scent disappear
I couldn’t help but realize
how far deep I was
and inside I was
and surrounded by her walls
they were closing in
Woke up next to her
found yesterday’s lentil
and got my headache back
and ran to pick up the children
from after school
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.16.10:29:24@205HudsonNYC
No Stopping
Earth can stop rotating
Constellations can stop appearing in the night sky
The sun can stop casting shadows
The moon can stop shining after dark
Trees can stop emanating oxygen
Leaves can stop changing colour
Oceans can stop crashing their tides
Wind can stop drifting wished upon eye lashes
Birds can stop their migration
Spiders can stop spinning their webs
Children can stop playing with their rocking horse
Grandmas can stop baking chocolate chip cookies
Pastors can stop officiating
Rabbis can stop praying
Secrets can stop being hidden
Dreams can stop occupying your sleep
Poets can stop writing
Artists can stop painting
Memories can stop being remembered
Futures can stop being predicted
My love for you,
— will never stop
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.11.03:07:14@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
I Forgot About You
In this transparent world
Birds take flight into the amber sky
People try to follow their lead and their head
Their wings of wax and feathers disintegrate
They plummet to their early deaths
In this transparent world
Men light themselves on fire before the women
Reduced ash, skull bashed, broken, cracked
Summer ruins pile high in rivers of blood
They all wish to get wed upon midnight’s soil
In this transparent world
You would think she would realize what she had
Instead, she made him shrivel up and turn to yesterday’s leftovers
It was his heart, now served on a platter of gold and silver
Roses strewn about the path walked by his father before him
In this transparent world
Wild animals run among lost kingdoms
Kisses await and vows taken to the grave
She was all you wanted for a decade’s time
Until discovery led you to another woman’s heart
In this transparent world
Now she has your heart, and you’ve forgotten all else
Including her.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.10.11:51:00@205HudsonNYC
Nothing To See Here
“Keep moving, keep moving,” said the patrol officer.
Someone asked, “What happened?”
The patrol officer repeated, “Keep moving, keep moving, there is nothing to see here.”
He added another part to the sentence he previously stated.
Each passerby attempted to glance down the street, but they saw nothing.
It wasn’t until the next day,
Newspaper headlines divulged just what happened,
Down the dark street that evening.
David Greg Harth, dead at 31.
Articles try to explain how the young emerging artist died.
The reporters did their research.
They found reasons and faults and works of art.
But there was one answer they could not find.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.08.22:41:05@296NYC