Quietly Come, Quietly Go
I’ve been summoned
Synchronized and scrutinized
Not in my birth father’s footsteps
But in the footsteps of the undertaker
These are the blossoms of life that you don’t believe in
The chances you are unwilling to take
Like the swells in the ocean’s fury
Like the gusts in the wind’s scream
Each lover I’ve had
Contracted the worse disease of all
For the day I commit suicide
They can surely say
“I made love with him”
© 2014 David Greg Harth
14.02.14.14:14:14@323NYC
QZ/Untitled
I create an organic abstraction
While dog bomb squads are masturbating with the gods
And sky devils with protecting hearts are quick-draws
Exploding plastic is inevitable
Surrounded by Cuban Dens,
Eastern Heroes, and World Dominators
Several Moments
Occurring in time
To repeat itself
On hold.
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.09.15.21:24:00@42ndst8thaveNYC