$5.86
I purchased four (4) Francis Bacon postcards today
at The Metropolitan Museum of Art
The total of the purchase was $5.86
I gave the cashier $11.01
She said to me “You gave me eleven dollars”
I said “Yes, you’ll see what happens.”
She gave me a five-dollar bill, a dime, and nickel as change.
Why are cashiers stupid?
I’d rather have a five dollar bill, a dime, and a nickel
then four dollar bills, a dime, and 4 pennies.
Again,
Why are cashiers stupid?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.10.10:28:00@1000FifthAveNYC
The Great Fall
Speeds unknown
No passenger stops
Drop off points
Never refueling
Passing torch
Growing up
Burning ideas
Exhausting breath
Forward thinking
Throttle pushed
Helpful hints
War treaties
Kissing ahead
Making secure
Holding tight
Aging fast
No turning back
Rewriting books
No rewinding history
Only falling fast
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.08.05:02:00@DakarFlt203NYC
OneTwentyFive
Harlem streets
Holocaust massacres
Montreal North
Montana West
Fresh cut hair
And fresh cut grass
Hungry for death
And can’t bear to fast
Half of me taken
Snakes beneath a child’s bed
Followed your footsteps to hell
It was you who led
In fields of skeletons
Lovemaking, crafting, and dying
The excavator found me
Exhausted of loneliness, I am trying
Reborn in a cocoon of thought
Beginnings end near
Bypass in two weeks’ time
I have landed, I am here
Beyrouth streets
Deconstructing division walls
Tripoli South
Tokyo East
He calls my name from shadows
I’m ready with black ink
Hailing to him I raise my holy cup
We are one and ready to drink
Called from heaven, called for prayer
Messages left inside love’s shrine
History tells of legends past
Read my scans and puncture my spine
Bring out the audience
Raise the musty blood-red curtain
Announce the deceased famous
Devil birds by the sea are quite certain
Chapters end and sentences depart
Stories passed on for generations
Borders out of control, compass spinning
Painting dictators of all the great nations
New York streets
Living for nine lives more
41.373223, -74.304438
Over and over, beyond the 12th floor
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.06.17.14:32:37@292CPT/NYC1st
Latitude/Longitude
14 Inches Deep
Locked me to the core
Mortared bricks with your name
Garden’s poisonous offering
Climbed up on top of you
For inspiration and fame
In black tie and hunger strike
Rolled down your skin
Got back up, rolled the same
Summer’s heat became an intruder
Transients come and go
Foreign tongues unevenly tame
Slithering down your inside corridors
Descending – ascending traffic
Constructing territories, marking claim
Leaving remnants along your slabs
Gathering of photographic thieves
Meat banquet, witnessing game
Hearing swallowing voices, sitting once more
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.06.09.21:36:02@130BklynNYC
Spectrum
Swiftly moving
In this underground galaxy
Beneath rivers of imports
And solid granite rock
In long metal cans
Conditioned with cold air
Stuffy urine sweat
Or wet dogs of August heat
I travel to and from
Among every color and background
With Puerto Ricans, Koreans and Indians
With Germans, Greeks, and Chinese
With Christians, Muslims and Jews
With punks, preps and beauty queens
Each shade of a person
Next to me
I’m the minority
On these orange seats of paradise
We are all in transit
Dressed in black
Or the monk’s cloth
Short skirts and platforms
Or jeans below the knees
In our suits and ties
And grandmother mothballs
In our Yankee caps
And Cole, Karan and Klein
Reading, jiving and gazing
Writing, listening, and sleeping
We ride at night
And sunrise must
We travel for dollars
Five borough hollers
This is my New York City
My journey, my home
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.01.11:40:00@ManhattanBridgeNYC
09.05.14.22:33:49@130BklynNYC
Last Call
At my dying end
My last minute
My breath exhaling one last time
At this moment
Before earth takes me whole
Before sunlight cast’s my lonely shadow
Before my whispers are memories
It is you I wish to have hovering above me
To shed your tears onto mine
It is your voice I wish to hear
Sing our celebrated song
It is your touch I wish to feel
Hold my hand until I go
At this moment of last departure
Remember my love for you
For nothing else is left
No gigantic hug, no lover’s embrace
No poetic verse, no picture plane
This is my call
My very last one
Hear it now, and hear it loud
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.14.13:32:00@130BklynNYC
Can’t Forever
Cycle past
And cycle do
Measurements made
Notes taken
This is the life
A mighty one
Short one incomplete
Magic between us
It is not tragic
This pull
Between
It is of no other
It is outer space
A space so close
To mine
To yours
So, open your lips
And let me kiss you once more
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.04.17:40:16@130BklynNYC
In The Midnight
No matter how fast I set my pace
No matter how fast I walk ahead
I can’t escape those browns
Those browns that infiltrate me
Those browns that make my life brighter
I try to leave
I try to forget
But who am I kidding?
I can’t, nor have I tried
Because you are mine
And I am yours
We knew it months and months and months and months ago
You were there
I was here
Now you are there
And I am here
But slowly it began
And now it has changed
Still
Yours are brown
Mine are blue
And together
The most beautiful hue
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.05.04.17:38:00@130BklynNYC
Ambassador of Brothers
Joining two across
an ocean’s expanse
Bringing together lost
brothers of Germany
Folded hands
reflecting true
Bushy eyebrows
defending loving eyes
Silver mop
upon creative helmet
Torn apart
needing to die
Terrible ways
no more reasons
Feeding hope
tasting awful
Can’t hear and can’t see
Can’t walk and can’t bleed
Never minding
always wishing
Large noses smelling
medication ticking
Lasting love of wife
counting years gone
Taught to see
see the seam’s joining line
I am the ambassador
I come before thee
Bring messages of hope
And brotherly love
Farewells and greetings
Till death do us part
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.02:00:00@FLT#SA203AtlanticOcean
Before Men
Fourteen
Of blonde and blue
Muscular parts
Portal sides manned
Warm salt water
Bay of saints
Palestinian delights
Militant fights
Pregnant girls shout
March forth
To a valley of land mines
Weddings off shore
It is destiny
In a troubled world
Collapsing coffins of melodies
Maker’s shoes fitted
Tailored suits
Boxing match
Barbed wire fence
Political agenda
Blind men lead wrong
Girls scream “Ice-Cream!”
Perfect landing
Given blood yours
Iced mint tea waits
Court case won
Wig weaved
Clean shaven
Kings cross ache
Fulton high noon
Mortar fire close now
Martyr tested and failed
Rise like a God once more
In this truthful pit of failure
Explode your critical customs
Dream of the revolution coming
Becoming night
End at last
In the ground we die
Finally at rest
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.01:30:00@DakarSenegal
Everything For Angola
You illuminate my heart
I am sad when we are apart
You are my lasting kiss
And my three year tryst
We believe in fate
Beyond heaven’s gate
Trusting your instinct, fall into my arms
Around your neck, a lover’s charms
Exquisite in every scent
Goodbyes are never meant
Buckle in bravery
Encourage my ancestry
Vast open African skies
Lost in your very brown eyes
Better squash butter
My tongue does not stutter
You are my cause of reality
Capturing my admiration silently
Remembering touching your soft skin
Fire burns inside our own kiln
Let us stand up tall
You and I, will never fall
In a week’s time, something
In a lifetime, everything
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.29.21:25:00@AngolaAfrica
Skin & Kiln rhymes in Harth’s mind
Went, Wept
Monthly moon
Eighth day past rest
Barricaded heart
Barracuda battle
Long, lost, here
Tomorrow, lost, gone
Best known thief
Inks her signature mark
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.28.12:45:00@FLTSA612
Last Night (Version #2)
Last night
You saddened my heart
Put me in an abyss of despair
Last night
You ripped my already torn heart
It is your defense, your guard
Last night
You stabbed my lifeline
Injured, I dream of my cause
Last night
You scratched and scraped my heart
Chalked outline covers the road
Last night
You scarred my heart forever
I dwindle into yesterday’s memory
Last night
You disabled my heart
I became a forgotten decade past
Last night
You ignored my fondness
I become of no concern, only a historical moment
Last night
You bruised my heart
Beaten, I am down, I am lost
Last night
You lowered me endlessly
A long twisting torture implemented
Last night
You slaughtered my heart
Now I vanish into the blanket
Last night
You disregarded me completely
Tomorrow’s departure approaches
Last night
You did not listen to yours, you did not accept
Today, I apologize for being love’s disruption
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.27.09:00:27@415292CPTSA
Cock Scared
From the fourth floor window
She preaches her commitment
To penis, penis, penis
From the sixth floor window
She rides Magnum XL
On top of cock, cock, cock
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.21.24:47:00@415292CPTSA
Hole In The Middle
I have it inside deep
Right next door, safe I keep
Your eggs, Your bread, Your cheese
Our yearning for each other is the greatest disease
Let tenderness engulf this cape
As I kiss the back of your nape
Before you were hollow
Tears of joy we unite to swallow
I witness your internal fire by a glance
Taking two close hearts to orchestrate this dance
You have left me bedside
One day, I shall fill you inside
With my tongue I trace your hips
For your sweetness a bouquet of tulips
Luscious scents infuse my mind
Penetrating me as I think of your behind
Set aside the cows and cupcakes
Let me devour your hotcakes
Immensely, you stimulate me
Years before, now by this roused sea
In my sight, your heavenly sculpture
It’s true, my volcano is ready to rupture
A kiss awaits your arrival
At the door of our very own survival
Not on a pedestal you exist
In life, somethings we cannot regret to resist
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.20.13:35:49@415292CPTSA
Vibration
She’s pointing downward south
I salivate excess in my mouth
I follow her lead, I follow her voice
My reasoning is certain, not a choice
Drifting towards me, she surrounds me with her scent
From faraway hemisphere, I begin my descent
In good hope she captivates my entity whole
It was my heart she quietly stole
Ground below me shook and shattered
On this earth nothing but true love mattered
Seas parted and waves crashed
From ocean’s divide, beginnings splashed
So, it was said, so it was done
The new journey has begun
Jumping across the world’s largest pond
Two hearts so close, magnets fear our bond
I come from a far, she is so very near
They lined up for hours to witness this very premiere
I’ll row us to shore, with enchantment in tow
Midnight moon will shed its nightly glow
Wind delivers a knock at your door
A curious cure is here and so much more
Thunder rumbles in contemplation
Next stop is divine station
Storybook tale will be distinguished
Our fire will never be extinguished
Your beauty deafens my existence
Our connection is of utmost consistence
Battle of dreams and realism discovered
Imagination proven; those sheets uncovered
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.16.10:40:07@130BklynNYC
Coming To Mother
Calling back to house
Smoking next to coffee
Bleeding from head to chin
Lighting the sky with fire
Incorporating art into application
Buying justified clarification
Welding knives implication
Sinning to masturbation
Mandating demands without hesitation
Circulating currency locked to false intention
Eating from death row on my conviction
Hinting dropping bombs
Mourning nothing lost
Analyzing appropriate behavior
Calling back to house
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:49:00@QTrainManhattanBridgeNYC
In The Night’s Memory
Last night among
Hundreds
Invading streets
Of great town’s point
My tongue of
Sensuality
Can no longer speak
Or court
For hosts of
Supper’s past
Came to me
Midnight last
My menu of yesterday
Compass direction South
Ending tale wed
She pierces my heart entirely
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:33:00@14STUNSQNYC
Lilly Loves Death, Destruction, Decay and Torture!
Like she hasn’t had enough
Building those buildings
Torturevilles for yuppies and their puppies
Making ice cream Pei sandwiches and mint tea
Like she likes to see your screams and hear your blood dripping
Witness your pain and cause your death
Place smelly cheese behind your ears, chocolate at your feet
Going across ocean’s divide to find family pride
Like she begs to have your sugar
Knowing religion may or may not
Such a sweet girl
You would never know how much destruction
She has inside
Declare your innocence, it will not help
Cancel your credit, hide behind the walls
Duck in the shadows, come in camouflage
You can’t hide and you have everything to fear
She is the Queen
Hail to her
For she is a lover
A lover of
Death, Destruction, Decay, and Torture!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.11:10:20@130BklynNYC