Infinite Loop
You
are on mind
I can’t get you out
I can’t get you out
I’m thinking about you constantly
Every moment of every day
Since we spoke last
I admit my wonder
I don’t know when
I don’t know where
But I give you my word
My word is my bond
That one day
As the sun greets the horizon
As the wind knocks at your door
I’ll lay my lips upon yours
And kiss you until eternity’s infinite loop
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.03:54:15@130BklynNYC
Let Me
I found you below a
Tree’s shade reading
A top a grassy
Green hillside
Sun gifted the moon
Stars paused
in the presence
of your beauty
Give up your guard
And hide the lock
Here I am
And here I knock
Let me in
And let me near
Let me kneel
And let me be your cavalier
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.31.13:00:43@130BklynNYC
Seppuku
I guarantee you.
You have a full warranty.
For years to come.
Full replacement.
Parts plus labor.
You have nothing to worry about.
Everything is perfect with your purchase.
Like said.
Like declared.
Like old age.
Like neuro twelve.
Like loving you.
Like telling true.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.17.24:18:00@130BklynNYC
Love Is Lost
Terrifying
Losing you
The one
In my corner
In my hearts of hearts
The pain I bare
This heavy weight
This locomotive lust
Losing you
Wasn’t meant to be
To last
Lost,
I love
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.3.16.21:03:00@BTrainDekalbBKLYNNYC
She heard me, She heard what I said
I told her what I thought
She was who I sought
I leaned in near
Whispered a secret in her ear
I spoke my mind
She was a goddess to mankind
I told her the truth
During her blooming youth
I warmed her soul
She completes me whole
I spoke from my arresting heart
No force could keep us apart
I told her forever I’d be here
Continued each and every year
I did not pretend, I did not lie
She is my earth and she is my sky
I spoke true
Love was making a debut
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.15.22:16:48@130BklynNYC
Is It Too Late To Call?
I’m asking now
In the middle of this March night
Is it too late to call?
I want to hear your voice
To know you are alive
Know you are well
I want to know if your heart is beating
And you are breathing.
Is it too late to call?
Can I hear your voice on the other end of the line?
Will I awake you from your sleep?
Can I tell you I love you?
Is it too late to call?
In the middle of dreams
Happy memories scattered
Future experiences planned
Will you answer the phone -
If it rings for you now?
Is it too late to call?
I’m asking now
At this late March hour
Can I call you right now?
Can I tell you I love you?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.12.01:35:54@130BklynNYC
Sock Pimp
You pusher
You Swiss Mother Fucker
Bringing your Euro trash wants to
America’s K-Mart and Target and Hanes Catalog Order
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
You trailing behind my gold striped socks
You trading in your comfort greys for black thins
Pushing and pulling and putting on and taking off
You waiting in line for the Mode and Vox and Architect!
You bulldozer sprayer, hand holder, Shinjuku fish eater, squirt maker!
You waffle maker, breast molester, radiology tumbler, fowl mouth kisser!
You fart smeller, shit blood remixer, rock star, Mountain Dew addict!
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
Sock pusher, Sock hustler, Sock whore, Sock pimp!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.11.21:29:38@130BklynNYC
Many Ten
Hanging by the flag of patriotism
Lusting for something imaginary
Swarms of locusts wrap their love around us
Flesh of the King distributed among peasants
Keystone wheat fields left vacant
Rebellion necessary to end convictions
Dozens dampen their torrid palms
Placed together in chambers of gas
Howls of yesterday delivered today
Violent winds swallow dead skin
Executioner knocks on the door
With a steady pull,
Open
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.10.02:03:59@130BklynNYC
I Don’t Like Your Armpits
If I told you how I felt
If I told you the truth
If I told you that I didn’t like your armpits,
Would you still love me?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.27.03:02:42@130BklynNYC
My Last Plea
Disarm my thoughts of suicide
To my employer:
Give me occupation.
To my lover:
I open my doors and heart,
Love me like you have never loved anyone before.
To my family:
Accept me for who I am and who I am not.
To my community:
Rid me of this loneliness; my drowning dead sea,
Rid me of this empty ache that I have inside.
Suffering internal disease,
Lacking the love of her lips.
Walking on earth endlessly,
Following my heart to eternity.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.27.01:02:45@130BklynNYC
Chasing
Chasing girls
Chasing toys, chasing boobies, chasing breasts
Chasing Cleo, chasing Booties, chasing Q, chasing chest
Chasing debt, chasing praise, chasing lampposts, chasing tickets
Chasing cars, chasing tin, chasing bucks, chasing change
Chasing music, chasing lens, chasing smash, chasing chance
Chasing dreams, chasing art, chasing life, chasing death
Chasing work, chasing elevator, chasing train, chasing system
Chasing old, chasing young
Chasing new, chasing one
Chasing you, chasing me
Chasing cloth, chasing bound, chasing ink, chasing store
Chasing beat, chasing meat, chasing pulse, chasing mud
Chasing tea, chasing meal, chasing episode, chasing Lego
Chasing kids, chasing airplane, chasing water, chasing rain
Chasing tail, chasing tale, chasing hail, chasing hale
Chasing phone call, chasing taste, chasing museum, chasing steps
Chasing curator, chasing signature, chasing fame, chasing clean
Chasing girls
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.26.18:23:39@130BklynNYC
My mother said,
My mother was right when she said I was going to fall in love with you.
And now I can’t remember what it was like before you.
I can’t remember what it’s like to not be in love.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.17.01:46:31@130BklynNYC
Autumn Wind
There is nothing
better
in life
than an
Autumn wind
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.13.03:00:00@130BklynNYC
Half
Diseases are attracted to me
Descended from the dead sea
Errors multiply their answer
Points leading to cancer
Broken bones become one
Common bells ring done
Consequences form an alliance
Institute a living man’s defiance
Thankfulness exists during apology season
Truthful commitment to love’s treason
Empty cavity thrown
Sacred emotions sewn
Widows of paradise pray
Single most cast away
Barricade the long loss
Went to trial, went to cross
Bisected, Divided
Confided, Suicided
I am half,
Never complete
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.29.23:15:00@130BklynNYC
A Moment’s Notice
In a moment, you hear the calling.
A voice ringing from an Opera.
Quiet, powerful, ranging.
She sings from the deepness.
You soar internally.
You feel high above the earth.
Everything is real, paused, significant.
They all love you.
Heaven exists, it waits, its door is ajar.
Your arrival time is now.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.13.13:30:59@130BklynNYC
Down In The Middle, Down In Front
Escaping the grasp
you have over me.
Capturing the last train out,
the last flight out.
Sinking:
Level One
Level Two
Level Three
And Level Four
Fighting for comfort
Fighting for a seat
Fighting for
maddening tea
and salty feet
My view, unlike yours,
Is filled with trees
and sky so blue and high
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.10.19:22:58@130BklyNYC
Morning Crows
29 degrees Fahrenheit
I stand there with
4’3”
4’9”
4’11”
and
5’1”
We wait, we freeze
That big yellow thing arrives
We insert ourselves into its cocoon
And off we go
To our daily prison
Away from Mom & Dad
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.09.09:21:00@130BklynNYC
The Romance In Suicide (Version #2)
Something must be said
About the wonderful calm feeling you must have
About the sensation you feel deep within
About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface
Something must be said
About the comfort you feel
About the off switch finally shut one last time
About the plug being pulled forever
Something must be said
About the last poetic moment of life
About the last breath taken
About the last word whispered
Something must be said
About the last sight witnessed
About the last salty tear tasted
About the last scent carried through
Something must be said
About the last reflection seen
About the last contemplated decision
About the last recalled memory
Something must be said
Nothing said; Nothing done
Something done; Nothing said
Something must be said
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.05.24:17:04@130BklynNYC