Fallen Night
Monday morning,
20th of August,
All wake up in a city of dawn,
Sun rises across the shifting.
Tea drinkers realize first,
Doctors second,
Grandmothers rise, they wait for flowers.
He never became the artist he was,
Murdered by his own cause,
Defeated.
I won’t wake him,
Just let him sleep,
He’ll wake once more.
Never mind,
I’ll soak up the floor.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:27:27@296NYC
False Love
Love was false
I shall not shed a tear
It was wrong
I shall not share a weep
Love was not reality
I shall not ever be the same
Love was a mirage
I shall not make mends
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.05.16.12:59:08@205HudsonNYC
Found Death
I found a man
In a pool of blood
He did reside
Just down from my home
In a pool of blood
I found a man
Dead on the floor
It was dark, it was cold
The man in a pool of blood
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC
From The Woods
Wearing white
A gown covered in bells
Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds
A horse gallops in the far distance
Trumpet players chime their sounds
As the attendees pour in
Honey drips down the trees
A bee buzzes by
Humming birds fly
Growling roars are heard from mountain tops
A choir heard for miles
Listening to your every footstep
These states are borderless
Containing nothing but compassion
It is I who waits
The aisle run is over
Your cuffs are off
Free you are
My warm arms open
She came to me draped
From the woods she walked.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC
Falling
Like the rocks I lick at night
I fall from the sky at unknown speeds
My arteries refuse to end the fight
Goddess of dream’s sand
I fall flat against this hard dirt
The heart of fallen angels are in command
Falling with my broken wing
Accept me for who I have become
Both of us are tired of aching
I have always loved you
Mí na Nollaig approaches
Let me help you with your muumuu
Choice is yours, to be fruit
With performing miracles and shining stars
Or reservations on Lexington’s route
Falling in a downward spiral
Awoken from my study of disbelief
Encephalitis gone, your love is viral
I am not going anywhere; I have no place to be
Two have taken to falling
I continue to purchase your white tea
Let it burn for a little while longer
This wick of desire must meet
Days pass as our love gets stronger
Slipping under the over pass
Falling between the cracks
Lying on last year’s meadow grass
I’m falling to the earth
Catch me in your arms
Make my long wait worth
Autumn leaves are falling now
Another year will pass
Time for your heart to avow
You fell in love with me
And I fell in love with you
It’s time to become our very own we
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.08.12:44:11@205HudsonNYC
Fourteen I Love Yous
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.18.09:11:00@SpringStThompsonStNYC
Found Hair
As I twisted about,
Twisted around,
I came up in the morning
Woken to Charlie yelling at me
No sunlight hit my face.
I awoke
Slowly rolled and climbed
Lowered myself to the ground
And as i did
What did I see
But a single hair
Falling from my bed
A hair from you.
© David Greg Harth 2006
06.10.13.23:03:55@296NYC
Forever (First Version)
With her digging tools she lifted out my heart
On the table she placed it still beating
It was time for me to go, it was time to depart
Now I leave my loved one with a greeting
Know that I have loved you so wholly
I have reached deep within, my severed lines now dead
Even as I now sink in the swallowing dirt slowly
My love for you has never been shed
As my vitality clock ends and tells the tale
Death will never take my love for you
My body lays so empty and frail
Let it be heard, my love for you is true
Tediously I dissolve and oblivion welcomes me
“I love you forever” is my last plea
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.10.04.11:21:23@205Hudson
Friday Poem
As you eat your donuts,
And you sip your tea,
I can’t help but think,
If you’d be suckin’ on me.
As you study your lines,
And you think of photography,
I can’t help but think,
If we’d make our own choreography.
As you wash your hair,
And you think of the sky,
I can’t help but think,
If I’d go down on your thigh.
As you wet yourself with soap,
And you clean your soul,
I can help but think,
If you let me go on and cajole.
As you bend forwards,
And you deliver your rump,
I can’t help but think,
If in the night we went thump.
As you sing your song
And I put you in a gag,
I can’t help but think
If we went for a shag.
As you moan your words,
And hear the twinkle of a flute,
I am the Eden,
And you are my fruit.
That is my tale,
A Friday morning,
I am here,
and you are there,
I am a rock,
and you,
a river.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.06.24.10:22:00@NYC
Poem for J-Dog
five
five fingers
five toes
five thoughts of you
five bare
five snail
five up stream
and five deep down
five inside
and five alive
five to six
and six to five
beg for five
and give you high
up your thigh
goodbye tonight
with all my might
fire the five
and news at o’clock
return the sent
and send the scent
forgot the five
sugar up my hive
salt the vinegar
and shake my hand
say the five
prayers till you die
alone again
on the 5th of five
in zero five
here i am
and there she went
could not have said
you better be wet
five is what I meant
and five is what I had
five
five
five
five
five
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.05.05.05:05:05@296NYC
Funeral
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
Many have loved him over the years.
We all know about his immense amount
of great friendships
and the love he returned
to each of us individually.
He was a man that did not celebrate much.
But he shared his love to all of us every day.
Even though he was not in it himself.
We have gathered here today
to wish him a peaceful farewell
and hope that his powerful sense of love
can only be spread among us all.
Remember his love,
his being in the existence,
always loving and never being in.
A strong man with a heart torn,
but with that ache he delivered
his warmest love to us all.
Let us all gather around
this sad sight
and make our last respect
to a man that has redefined love
while searching all his life
to be in love.
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.22.01:14:47@296NYC
Friends
I have so many friends.
So many that love me.
My family and so many great friends.
But I don’t have any best friends.
I never had a best friend.
I’ve had many great friends. Plenty of good friends.
Seriously, I have very many GREAT friends.
But when everything is wrong in the world,
you want that one really close friend.
That best friend.
To count on.
To phone.
When you’re alone.
And contemplating suicide.
But there is no one to call.
Because you have so many great friends.
But you don’t have a best friend.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.20.22:07:44@296NYC
Four
I’ve got four hands.
Four hands for holding you.
Blisters on my hands from the pleasure.
Dancing to the dusted planet.
I hear satellite phones.
Four times the speed of sound.
I can’t take this foursome.
Let’s have a drink, and make it right.
Do the right thing.
Black cars, black cars, black cars.
Four girls waving good bye.
Children riding the merry-go-round.
Time to go out and get the newspaper.
I’ll pour the coffee if you pour the juice.
We’ll cut coupons.
Four.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.04.04:04:04@296NYC
Freedom States
Freedom States:
1) Be who you are
2) Become who you wish to become from within
3) Kiss Boys and Kiss Girls
4) Dance to music you hear in your mind
5) Eat at Hospital Cafeterias
6) Dive off of cloud number nine, number nine
7) Count the tiles on the wall and request apple juice
8) Pretend you are sleeping
9) Don’t wake up
10) See state number eleven as absolute freedom
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.22:29:39@296NYC
funny little artman
funny little artman
crawling on the bottom of the sea
crawling on the white walls of the Chelsea Gallery
crawling on the floor beneath Peggy Guggenheim’s skirt
funny little artman
showing his art all around town
showing his thick cock to all the viewers
showing his talent to the world
funny little artman
charming the moms and dads
charming the art critics
charming the women
funny little artman
creating with his camera
creating with his paintbrush
creating with his mind
funny little artman
up in the attic working
up in the sky working
up in the bed working
funny little artman
gone to the museum to study Pollock
gone to the gallery to study De Kooning
gone to the center to study Ryman
funny little artman
carrying the Bible wherever he may go
carrying the rubber bands around his wrist
carrying the black clothes on his back
funny little artman
in his studio
in his mind
in his development
watch him run!
watch him grow!
watch him succeed!
funny little artman!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.23.04:48:59@296NYC
Fruit Bugs
I hate you
Fruit Bugs
I didn’t ask to purchase you
For $405.00
I didn’t ask for that
You Fuckin Fruit Bugs
I hate you!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC
Falling Apart
4:23am
My nose started to run.
4:38am
My nose was bleeding. First a slow bleed, then it began to seep out even quicker.
4:47am
My finger nails and toe nails begin to fall off. Crack and chip at the base and eventually just flake off.
4:53am
The hair all over my body grows rapidly outwards. Falling to the floor and filling up the room. My hair quickly gets longer and longer, first inches, then feet. I’m among the bushels of hair. All of my hair surrounds me quickly, covering me deeply in it. Finally, the hair, in a matter of minutes, turns grey and white. And grows as much as it can until all the hair on my body falls out.
4:56am
My nails are missing, my nose bleeding, all of my hair grew out and fell from the pores of my body.
5:02am
My teeth fall from my mouth. Some I choke on as they go down my throat. I feel the stomach acid eat at each tooth. The acid rises in my esophagus and conquers my tongue. It burns my tongue away and leaves holes in my throat exposed to the air.
5:07am
My eyes melt from their sockets. Turning to a jelly like substance with the iris sliding down my face and chest and leg.
5:09am
My ears take a dive off of my hairless skull. Slowly the intricate assemblages are gone.
5:12am
My skin all over starts to blister and my genitals turn black and blue like a major frost bite. Quickly the blisters all over my body begin to form water bubbles and sockets of puss. Bleeding and rotting quickly, flies from the nearby market rush over and lay their eggs on my raw skin.
5:18am
Faster and faster, I rot, and now the speedy fly eggs hatch with little larva and maggots screaming and eating at my open flesh.
5:23am
My elbow and knee joints give and I feel incredibly gummy not able to stand or sit in any structured position.
5:34am
Lying there, on the floor, still for the last few moments. Bloody, infested, smelly, numb, and fading away.
5:41am
I can feel the throbbing of my central nervous system. All of my nerves and the synapses connecting them, pulsating in an unusual rhythm. My brain swelling and my spinal fluid becomes unbalanced with abnormal protein levels.
5:48am
I regurgitate my stomach acid and my bladder gives way and busts open. The urine pours from the holes in my throat and my anus explodes in an outward fashion. I lay in my own pool of shit, piss, and blood.
6:02am
The sun begins to rise outside. The sunlight scatters into the room in which I lay. The new sun burns the remaining fat on my body, as the epidermis layer of skin has disappeared. Motionless I lay in the mixture of everything that I was made of.
6:11am
I cannot see or hear or smell my death. But I know I am dead. Completely fallen apart.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.06.06:29:15@296NYC
Franklin Delano
Oh, Franklin Delano
How I love you
I see you on these streets every day
Hot humid New York City days
You walk pass me on my left and right
Sometimes directly in front of me, in white
Franklin Delano
Catch you on the subway
Franklin Delano
Catch you up the escalator
Franklin Delano
Catch you in the lift
I see you walking with pride
Determination is set in
Ignoring placed advertisements
Passing by the wet tongues
Franklin Delano
Electrifying
Franklin Delano
Glorious
Franklin Delano
Mysterious
Franklin Delano
Suggested
Franklin Delano
Sculpted
Franklin Delano
Luggage
I see you traveling these warm seas
Follow you through the streets
Route back passed the fire
Communication none, today, after one hundred grand
Franklin Delano
I love you
Franklin Delano
Kiss me
Franklin Delano
I’m soaked in your shadow
Franklin Delano
I’m heated skin
I see you swallow the moisture from your parted lips
Think about the way to snort the high life
Listen to the plants in your pockets
And phone me up on the telephone, please
I see you loving the imagery
Not significantly sharing the wealth of ivory
Keeping it for that home unit air conditioner
In this City heat
Franklin Delano
Give me the rope, and I’ll forget
Franklin Delano
Give me a hand, and I’ll grasp
Franklin Delano
Guide me in, and I’ll be back
Franklin Delano
Guide me, and Ill set you free
Franklin Delano
I love you
Franklin Delano
Let’s go dance
Franklin Delano
Live with me
Franklin Delano
See you tomorrow
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.27.15:41:48@1515NYC
02.06.29.03:01:11@296NYC