Bullet For A Fuck
Took the train to eighteen,
To spread your legs and enter between.
Your husband had a gun to my head,
He said I was about to be dead.
Unfamiliar frontier did not break,
Even with the power of the mighty snake.
Mounted my bull cock,
Squealed to the stare of a pointed Glock.
You kicked, you sucked, you screamed,
You licked, you fucked, you creamed!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.24.02:33:33@296NYC
Belief In An Ending
Without her
The skies darken
Louder voices crash upon my understanding
My thumbs tremble
Her laughter echoes in my head
Charon,
Take the pale captive across the river
Show him what to believe in.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.01.16.17:48:52@599BwayNYC
Back And Forth
We go back and we go forth.
Forth from the back and back from the forth.
Back and forth, Back and forth.
We go back, we go forth.
I’m going back, they are going back.
They go forth, I go forth, they go back, I go back.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.12.14.16:25:50@599BwayNYC
Breakfast With My Thumbs
I’m not a lover of Corn Pops.
My father ate those when I was growing up.
I love Cocoa Puffs, that’s perhaps my favorite.
Although, they kinda hurt the roof of your mouth – like Cap’n.
Crunch, but I love Cap’n Crunch with Crunch Berries, although,
now they have green and blue berries and it looks disgusting,
but, I think I’d still like it. Yum. Lucky Charms is good too.
I really love good old cheerios. Cocoa Pebbles is awesome too.
Even fruity. Maybe I’ll get some Count Chocula soon.
I haven’t had Frankenberry forever.
I’m a Cinnamon Raisin bagel man, if plain.
If with cream cheese and/or lox, then poppy please!!
I like plain coffee. At times flavored, but never vanilla.
I love all fruit too. Def. have to have my apple a day.
Kiwis are good too – lots of vitamin C!
I’m a HUGE apple cider fan. It’s quite orgasmic.
I can only really drink fresh squeezed OJ.
When OJ is processed, it becomes more acidic for some reason,
same with fresh squeezed OJ that is left over night.
I love potatoes too! And Asparagus!
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.25.17:27:00@599BwayNYC
Black Chariot
Hollow heart grieves
For the third decade’s third
From the southern mountain top
To the oven’s last howl
She follows him in dreams
He walked the long road
With an unsolved disease
Found scatters of pewter
Empty son of unknown and drunken
Honored endorsed the written
The boxer loses his match
Mouth bleeds verse
Expiration draws moths near
Praying louder over your own rumble
Last dance has been sung
Spread upon leaves of grass
Fruit eaters of the way
Parting devotional waters
Finding sins in promises
Motions conducted the eagerly pleased
Trees roll down cascading autumn crops
Damaged dreamers climb higher
No steps to support loose footing
Your stones crumble into the sea
Men of cloth scold his activities
Molested last night’s politician
Shank bone departed in the chariot
Left the witnesses behind
Head given under the filthy
Behind velvet ropes pain radiates
Spinal fluid tapped out
Spilled protein leaked down to the eleventh floor
Awakened from sleep
Insects crawl out of his rear canal
Sparrows swallow her plea
Cries fetched no aide
Lonely die in drought
Tears reborn the ocean’s cacti
Mother’s scarlet soil grasps
And desperate fire burns him entirely
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.24.02:02:33@296NYC
Bring
After night’s ends
Owls and sparrows
Head held up high
Arms constructed of steel and horror
Whispers in your ears
Beads of sweat develop on the back of your neck
Ocean inviting
Marks on the night
Footprints at dark
It was I who brought you home
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.26.12:11:40@599BwayNYC
Borders
I’m crossing these borders
Bending the self-made rules
Scratching what was said, and my head
Space between you and I
It’s not an answer
Sent to us from Gods, Spirits or Witnesses.
Nothing exists to me
Reality is gone
Physicality never was
No shock to me
That my heart will never be the same
Since I fell in love with your beautiful hue
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.30.15:26:35@205HudsonNYC
Bravery In The Window
Dear Lover,
I hope this note finds you well.
I haven’t heard from you in weeks.
Really heard, really listened.
I haven’t had you close, near.
Have you caught the trade winds in your sails?
Have you realized your unhappiness can be pure bliss?
Have you determined the reality of your senses?
Have you executed any new decisions?
I hope progress is moving in forward directions.
I have been waiting and time is ticking.
Time is only on my side, not yours.
I have been available for years.
The window is now open,
But only for a little while longer.
So be brave,
And seize the opportunity.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.31.01:18:15@296NYC
Banana Toothbrush
You might not think
But this is indeed
A love poem.
I’ll be your monkey
And you’ll be my duckling
You’ll have my banana
And I’ll have your quack.
I see your toothbrush
Every day staring at me
I wonder when you’ll use it
Next.
Unravel the laughter
Sing songs out loud
Even bananas and toothbrushes
Can be coming around the mountain, when they come.
Call me in the morning
And let our eyes meet once more
Declare you are mine
And I’ll be yours
I welcome you to the Heart of Harth
Please step inside
Find a cozy spot to curl up
And stay a while.
When we do our river walk next
At the end of the night
Let me walk you to your door
And kiss you goodnight.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.04.13:02:03@205HudsonNYC
Beginning
Emptiness has filled my heart.
Upon my return,
Fill it with all of you.
Become the keeper of my affection.
Let me witness you,
Dance with yourself.
Meet me at El Gran Café on Avinyó.
We will have pastries,
While we get lost in our own blues.
Hold my hand down midnight streets.
Capture my mind,
You’ll gain my soul.
Feel my soft breath on your nape.
The rotation of earth has not paused,
Only your heart has skipped fourteen beats.
Many more sunrises and sunsets are to be seen.
With you in my arms,
Makes them so much more extraordinary.
Strip off the facades of disbelief.
Say your last goodbyes,
Welcome forever a man of lasting chivalry.
No longer a secret.
Such passion of two
Is beyond infinite divine.
Pull up the battering ram.
Break down my walls of stone and clay,
Make me fall beneath my two feet.
Years without hatched seeds.
You stumbled upon my heart,
Now you’ve taken up residence.
Let us make love beneath a Van Gogh sky.
You are my sanctuary of tranquility,
The only one that can part my seas of reason.
Allow me to enter.
I’ll cascade you with all my love,
Forever I’ll be in your soul.
Open up your atriums.
Discover that I really do have wings,
My whispers will cuddle you to sleep in a Sycamore’s shade.
Pull back the curtains.
See what is in front of you,
Listen and become the woman you truly are.
Get lost with me
Before the bagpipers play their last respect,
And I’m lowered to the donation
Of man’s life long journey of ache.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.07.16:54:07@296NYC
Bellevue
I’m going to Bellevue.
I’m headed towards Bellevue.
To be in Bellevue.
And in Bellevue I’ll be.
Because I’ll be in Bellevue.
And Bellevue I’ll be.
It’s in Bellevue
That’s where I’m headed too.
Bellevue is my destination.
To be inside.
The Bellevue nation.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.04.10.11:03:51@205HudsonNYC
Boys Are Toys
Boys are toys,
And toys are boys.
The boy is a toy
And the toy is a boy.
Toy the boy
And be the boy.
Boy the toy
And buy the boy.
Toy to buy
And be the boy.
Toys are Boys
And Boys have toes.
Toy with the Boy,
And buy the toy.
Become the boy
And toy with the boy.
Boy Toys
And toy boy.
Boy my Toy
And Toy my Boy.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.07.27.01:57:23@296NYC
Beneath The Sea
Here I am, existing,
floating a drift,
thirsty for water.
I cannot drink
for this sea is ladened with salt.
The medusas swim freely,
I am unaware of the truth,
but their beauty intoxicates my beliefs.
So, I continue to sail
The high seas of love
With a search of no other
For love
Existing in this world
Of chaotic misery and joyful births
With women of beauty all around
They have all wet my appetite
And I hope to have wet them.
The dance continues
On threatening seas
I rise and I fall
Like the solar stars above
This delectable planet.
The sea is vast
And wide open
It’s power lures me
Swallows me whole.
I permeate through
Fight in the tight
Until love is thrusted upon me
I am nothing but alone
Perhaps it will be
or perhaps She
Is beneath the sea.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.03.23.12:52:11@205HUDSONNYC
A Bitten Heart
She’s bitten my lip
Touched my spirit
I spoke some truth
Never told a lie
She’s bitten my nose
Captured my mind
Held my senses
For a moment of surprise
Beyond the possession
Intrigued with passion
Exiting without fear
Contemplating the next motion
Choking with love
World spinning with you
Met a blonde with skin unlike olive
A whirlwind with a knock at the door
Denied nothing
Up off the floor
A dream past the wardrobe
Seen you in the past
Heart beating
Yet to determine
With you or for you
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.12.05.02:39:19@296NYC
Business
She knocked at my door. It was a quarter to nine O’clock Thursday evening.
I spoke to her earlier in the day, in the late afternoon. She came just on time.
I opened the door, after bolt and bolt. There she was, standing perfectly still.
Dressed in black and pink. Soft pink. Just as requested. She smoked a long cigarette.
Quite ill. I asked her to come on in and she did, with a wag and a tight stroll.
I asked her what kind of music she wanted to listen too. She said she didn’t mind.
I suggested some jazz. Not the contemporary kind, but the older kind.
Her golden hair waved as she tossed it back to the other shoulder in a graceful movement.
She picked up today’s Times from my bare floor and asked for a glass of water,
before I could even offer. I told her to feel at home and have a seat.
I went to the kitchen, scratching, and poured her a glass of water in one of my finest clear glasses.
Came back out, still scratching, and found her on my used couch in a gaze, still.
I reached out and gave her the water and told her how much I appreciated her business.
She thanked me back, and took a sip of her cold water.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.05.14.02:14:52@296NYC
Bread
I have to get the bread.
I have to get the bread to make the sandwiches.
How can I make any sandwiches if I don’t have any bread?
I must go get the bread.
I’ll go down town and get the bread.
I need it to make sandwiches.
How can I make sandwiches without bread?
I’ll take the subway down town to the bread shop.
I’ll get some bread for sandwiches.
I can make sandwiches with bread.
I have to get the bread.
I have to get the bread to make the sandwiches.
How can I make any sandwiches if I don’t have any bread?
I must go get the bread.
I’ll go get the bread.
I have to make sandwiches.
I can’t make any sandwiches without bread.
I can make sandwiches with bread.
I’ll go down town and get some bread.
I have to get some bread for sandwiches.
I have to get the bread.
I have to get the bread to make the sandwiches.
How can I make any sandwiches if I don’t have any bread?
I must go get the bread.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.30.18:24:05@296NYC
Broken Heart
My heart is broken.
Crumpled.
Cracked.
Cramped.
My heart is broken.
Smashed.
Shattered.
Scattered.
My heart is broken.
Lost.
Aged.
Dead.
My heart is broken.
Boiled.
Hardened.
Torn.
My heart is broken.
Stepped on.
Punched out.
Beaten up.
My heart is broken.
Silenced.
Muffled.
Restrained.
My heart is broken,
and it hasn’t even been opened yet.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.29.13:44:33@296NYC