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Cookies & The Radio

She sat me down

Bandaged up my knee

Trio walked off into the morning sun

Most important objects of all

Anywhere in the world right here

Right now, in her back pack

She’s got the cookies

She’s got the radio

And away we go –

© 2023 David Greg Harth

23.03.23.07.00.00@ElChaltenChilePatagonia

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Creamed Pants

Cream stains all over my pants

I remember that summer evening

It was a hot and humid

New York City night

One of those nights I hated completely

One of those nights you loved so compellingly

We sat in the park for hours

Watched the dogs play at dusk

Until, I was quite unaware, the sun set it's last time

Twilight turned a deepening dark

City lights prevented the depth's of midnight to show

But we sat in the heat

And allowed the Hudson's breeze to awaken us

You had a cone and my arm around your shoulder

The stains of my orange creamsicle still exist

These little spots remind me of you

And the twinkle in your eyes

When I first said those three little words

I love you

We had no idea

That come morning's sunrise

I'd be plagued forever

For you

Took your own life

After I said

Good night

Last night

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.08.07.04:27:00@130BklynNYC

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Casket

Mourners come from afar

Men marched with bagpipes down crowded streets

Crows groan haunting caws

Grey skies covered the monolith buildings of New York

The papers read

"He is dead. He is dead."

Nothing more was needed to be said

Each friend and each lover

Came to pay their respect

Passing in

And passing out

His casket could not be opened

Because death from a broken heart

Is the most gruesome death of all

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.02.23.11:15:55@130BklynNYC

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Confronting the Wind

I opened the door

I should have never opened it

I should have kept the door closed

 

This is how people lose their limbs

And lose their minds

This is how people lose their belongings

And lose their heart

 

I walked down the street

The wind was stirring up something

The leaves flew across the dimly lit street

There was a howling in the distance

And a howling close by

 

It was cold

With a light rain

There was something brewing just off shore

Sure to be brutal

Sure to be a nature’s beast

 

I walked down the street

And into the park

It was dark

And cold

 

My mind became an echo

My mind became a prison

My mind constantly tries to overthrow

My heart’s overwhelming lead in decisions

 

I stood up with clenched fists

Screaming at the ignited clouds

Yelling for someone or something

To release me of the constant pain I’m in

 

This ache I can no longer take

With no answer, I faced mother

I kneeled down and said by goodbyes

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.10.28.22:53:09@130BklynNYC

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Chrysanthemums & Swords

The doctors told my family I wouldn’t live past the age of sixteen

She told me that she didn’t feel that magic spark

They informed me I didn’t get in

He told me I didn’t get the job

They never phoned back

She said “No”

He ignored

 

He taught me all about speaking and giving from the heart

She disappeared the morning after

She disappeared months later

I walked away

I ran away

 

The teacher taught me well

The instructor instructed me well

The lovers have all loved me well

The doctors and surgeons fixed me well

 

I got lost coming home

And I’ve never made it back

I’ve never been home since that drive

Every day I turn and all I see is another road to another road to another road

 

So on this 10th day of July, I ask myself

Do I take the road that leads to the sword?

Or do I take the road that leads to the chrysanthemums?

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.07.10.01:10:10@130BklynNYC

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Christina Prospero

Stunning woman in blue

That is how she approached me

In that radiating hue

 

I won’t forget

Each and every moment

Every time we met

 

So close and far

Yet bonding souls

We each have hearts that scar

 

A poem she wrote

And became a Vampire’s victim

I never did bite her throat

 

She’s a living dreamer

And I can’t help but wonder

Is she a loud screamer?

 

Defender from pain

Insight to my mind

Love has been slain

 

Like soldiers we march forth

Because the two of us

Search for our due north

 

It all started in the garden of delight

Decades more we’ll know each other

For it doesn’t end with which I now write

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.07.09.07:47:36@130BklynNYC

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Concrete

I am aggregate

I am cement

I am water

 

I am built

I am impenetrable

I am unbreakable

 

I am walled in

I am enclosed

I am encased

 

I am solid

I am thick

I am unmovable

 

I am heavy

I am massive

I am reinforced

 

I am unyielding

I am anchored

I am colossal

 

I am concrete

So cold and gray

So solid and calm

So rigid and still

I am concrete

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.29.23:14:14@130BklynNYC

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Constantly Looking

Some people may say that

I am constantly looking for love

 

Some people may say that

I am constantly looking for the right woman

 

But actually

I am constantly looking for death

I am constantly looking for my right death

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.29.22:56:19@130BklynNYC

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Catching Snowflakes

It was the first time it snowed this year

I went out to Prospect Park

I put my hands in the air

I danced upon the snow covered ground

Snow drifted down on visiting winds

Blanketing everything around me

I would hold out my palms

To catch the snowflakes

I caught so many little crystal wonders

Little delicate geometric worlds

They landed on my warm tongue

On my lashes that guarded my blue eyes

On my hair and on my shoulders and on the tip of my nose

I would run around catching all these snowflakes

Holding out my hands to catch as many as I could

But I never caught the one snowflake I wanted to catch

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.21.09:00:00@ProspectParkNYC

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Cupcake

Your spread legs make you the divine receiver

The blossoming scent makes me take fever

 

When I submerge myself inside your sweet nectar

It is I who becomes the massive erector

 

Your open lips are magnificently decadent

As I enter darkness becomes luminescent

 

Your trembles create worldwide ocean ripples

It is I who nests between your bare nipples

 

When I thrust between your velvety gates

An explosion of animal grunting awaits

 

Your orgasms create tidal waves and make glass shatter

The frosting I leave on your backside resembles a painter’s splatter

 

When I have committed the canonizing crime

Kissing you transcends time

 

If I could compare thee to a summer’s day

I would not for I have greater things to say

 

For each time I am hungry

I am hungry for a cupcake like yours

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.07.17:35:22@130BklynNYC

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Cranberries and Blueberries and Strawberries and Blackberries and Gooseberries and Raspberries

Hello Berry!

Won’t you be my berry?

I love berries.

Berries all over

Berries here and there

And E V E R Y W H E R E!

 

Gimme berries

I love berries

Berry this and berry that

Berry for you and berry for me

Berry for her and berry for he

Berry for you and me!

 

Cranberries and Blueberries

Strawberries and Blackberries

Gooseberries and Raspberries

Everyone loves a berry!

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.17.10:33:30@130BklynNYC

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Complications Of Heart Surgery

Sadly, earlier today, artist David Greg Harth died of complications from heart surgery. Harth was scheduled for what was supposed to be a routine procedure. Harth was following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather, when at the young age of 36, he was to undergo a triple bypass procedure at NewYork-Presbyterian Columbia University Medical Center. While the surgery went smoothly, Harth never woke up from anesthesia while in the intensive care unit and died in a state of unconsciousness. Harth is survived by his loving wife and two children. There will be a public memorial held this coming Sunday at one of Harth’s favorite places for French toast, NoHo Star in lower Manhattan. The family requests that in lieu of words of sympathy or flowers, one could make donations in his name to the American Foundation For AIDS Research or The American Academy of Neurology Foundation.

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.11.06.16:16:05@130BklynNYC

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Can’t Stop

Stop

Stopping is something I can’t do

I cannot stop this addiction

I try my best

I try everything I can possibly do

But I’m addicted

I can’t stop this addiction

I’ll hunt

I’ll capture

I’ll lure

I’ll convey

I’ll produce

But I can’t stop

I try and try and try

No matter what I do

I cannot stop

I can’t stop

I could not this morning

I could not this afternoon

I could not this evening

I can’t now, I can’t later

I couldn’t stop yesterday

I couldn’t stop today

I doubt I’ll stop tomorrow

I’ll try my best

I’ll try everything in my power

I’ll try to delete and I’ll try to erase

I’ll try to avoid and I’ll try to persuade

I’ll try to mingle and I’ll try honesty

But I can’t stop

There is no stopping

I cannot stop this addiction

I’m addicted and there is nothing I can do to stop

I can’t stop

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.06.27.20:57:31@130BklynNY

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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

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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

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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

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Common

Diane Arbus

Jeremy Blake

Vincent van Gogh

David Greg Harth

Ray Johnson

Mark Lombardi

Mark Rothko

 

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.03.11.24:59:42@130BklynNYC

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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

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A Chanukah Story

This is a Chanukah story.

Once, when I was little,

I pretended to be sick

so, I could skip going to school that day.

Because I was so excited for the first night of Chanukah.

I faked my sickness and I tricked my parents,

and I stayed home from school that day.

That evening we had dinner and then celebrated Chanukah

by lighting the candles and exchanging presents.

All I go was a lousy blanket.

No toy, no gadget, no cool item of the year.

Just a lousy blanket for my bed.

That is my Chanukah story.

 

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.12.07.15:54:21@130BklynNYC

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Coming Of

I’ve never had a black guy suck my cock.

So, the first time, obviously I was very excited.

I must say, they are right when they say,

“Once you go black, you never go back!”

The black guy was so good.

Maybe it’s because his lips were bigger than

Most white guy’s lips

Or maybe because his cock was so big,

He knew how to handle mine.

I don’t really know.

All I do know, is that -

He was an awesome great cock sucker!

That black guy.

What a cock sucker!

 

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.10.15.17:13:03@130BKLYN

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