Untitled (New Year’s Day)

It is New Year’s Day.

What did you do?

Just the other day?

I sat in the center.

The epicenter.

Where 7th meets Broadway.

Where the neon lights are.

Where the movies are filmed.

I sat there.

All day long.

Handcuffed myself.

To a chair,

To the lamppost.

Right in the center.

The great big clock,

Behind me.

Coke in front of me.

I have never snorted.

About to now.

Corporate Surroundings

I wish I had a fuck on me.

I wish I had a smoke.

I sat in the center.

Chained to the chair.

To the lamppost.

I sat all day.

As the clock neared midnight.

I pulled the trigger.

Still handcuffed.

My thoughts now on the lamppost.

© 1998 David Greg Harth

97.12.31.00:00:00@NYCUSA

98.01.01.00:00:00@NYCUSA