If I Asked
If I asked you to kill me, would you?
If I asked you to marry me, would you?
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.08.09.21:16:49@130BKLYN
I Always Hear People, But I Never See People
Hearing their language
Through mosquito weaves
Wicker beds
And falling paint
A cloud surrounds my existence
Damp, I listen once more
Electricity hum
Beyrouth Traffic
I don’t see them, I only hear them
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.08.31.12:31:39@AleyVillaLebanon
I Have Time Left For Love
Hidden nights
Agendas torn
Serial masturbator
I broke Picasso’s glass
Volleyed for serve
Competed for her love
Tell me to stop
My jealousy is a rage
Crowd my heart with your love
Touch my hand to your breast
Light my path
Turn right
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.17.21:38:32@296NYC
It Is Always A Good Time To Dance
No matter how many wolves bite at your neck
No matter how many roam and circle around you
Waiting to pounce, to penetrate
To take a shot, a stab, poke at your fleshy meat
No matter how many clouds turn dark
No matter how many suns don’t shine
No matter how many stars fall from the sky
The hunt is on
So, gather your weapons
Your spears, your axe
Prepare for the battle
Prepare for the judgement
Prepare for the wounded knee
For my sisters,
My brothers,
My mother and my father,
It is always a good time to dance
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.04.12:22:34@296NYC
I’m Taking Off My Socks
I’m taking off my socks because I love fresh fruit.
It’s time to do some art, my toes are cooler now.
My back hurts and my nose is a bit stuffy,
but with the window open, I feel a slight breeze
between my little toes.
Because my socks are off.
Because I took off my socks.
And my socks are off.
Time for some fresh fruit...
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.26.22:41:00@296NYC
I Saved Your Life Twice In A Cafe
I gave you directions.
I reminded you of your almost lost package.
We smiled.
I saved your life, twice.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.25.18:07:38@296NYC
I Don’t Know In The Short Blood
Lessons, assignments, tests.
Exams, tutoring, studying.
Entrance, rejection, graduation.
Birth, life, death.
Sliding scale, weighing scale, colour scale.
Hidden, shoveled, exercised.
Re-run, re-heat, re-try.
Exit, depart, end.
Silence, quiet, whisper.
Tasted, dropped, stream.
Drink, lost, disappear.
Fail, flunk, despair.
Funeral said, rest done.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.11.24:59:06@296NYC
Invitation
If I sent you an invitation
Would you come to my good-bye party?
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.02.09.10:45:55@296NYC
In The Middle Of Nowhere
Brought out on top of the hill,
beneath the same Oak tree.
The Oak tree just on the outskirts of Arcadia Hills
Near the windmill with the dog which always barked,
the dog with the long beard,
the grey goatee,
that haunted my dreams as a nightmare when I was a child.
The dog, a reality at the mill.
Brought there by nine men,
took me in an unmarked van painted a deep red,
windows tinted black, hubcaps rattled, the engine got louder with each gas.
They were rough, and they were buff.
They must have worked out too much
Or played the game.
They blindfolded me inside the dirty van,
perhaps rented, or recently abandoned.
Brought me sitting up to the hill,
tied for judgement.
One of the men,
he removed my blindfold, now soaked in sweat of fear.
With a strong strike,
he slapped my face.
I felt the cold blood trickle down my left cheek.
A mark left under my eye, must have been from his high school ring.
Brought me up to my knees,
they accused me of unthinkable acts.
Accused me of spreading the disease to their sister.
I explained, I claimed, unaware, not even here.
They didn’t listen, they only slapped once more,
as the Oak tree looked on in silence.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.01.14.17:58:48@599BwayNYC
I Locked The Door, Turned The Key
Leaving my apartment, quarter to nine.
I locked the door; I turned the key.
I thought of our time in Japan, we had no idea what time it was.
An American restaurant on a hill.
I have to call Matthew today, to see Charles Ray.
I love his music, different Charles, I’ll have a beer at twelve.
I fell out of love, and fall for the loved.
I went back to your place, you gave me a massage, you gave me head.
So, we went back down south, I went down on you.
These crowds invite me to participate, I’ve got a headache.
Thunder clouds roll in, garbage disposal disposed.
I wake from my sleep, I post the mail, I make eggs, I eat cookies.
Blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes,
They all make love to me.
Never forget.
I can’t recall. I can’t reflect. I have a birthmark; I have a defect.
Rewind, revisit, redo.
Leaving my apartment, quarter to nine.
I locked the door; I turned the key.
I thought of Tokyo.
The air so crisp, so right, my black jeans tonight.
The rabbit comes out, the brothers come out.
You’ll have noodles, I’ll have rice.
Fish on my plate, fish on my knee, better to spank your ass with a bucket of tea.
I went out to the mountain.
After the post office run.
You pointed incorrect directions for me.
I went over the bridge.
Like all the other written materials written before me.
And I am me and me is you and you are me and me is you.
I’m dead, because if I’m not dead, I jumped.
Jumped on the tracks, shocked you all, it’s how I’ll go, but remember.
Rewind.
Re-love. Replicate. Justify. Get high.
I know what I meant.
After all,
I’m an elephant.
And I locked the door, turned the key.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.11.14.09:53:34@599NYC
I Can Fall For Green
Like a leap from a tall bridge
A tower over the city I nest
Diving beneath the coast’s shores
Borrowing deep into dark caves
I can so easily fall
For that green I adore
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.17.16:55:18@599BwayNYC
Illustrating Love
Let me draw the ways,
That I love thee.
Haven’t I yet pointed out the dozens?
Multiple indications?
Hints?
Haven’t I wed your soul?
Let me show you,
I’ll bring out these diagrams and charts.
Presentations and reports.
I’ll bring out the scale
I’ll bring out the tape measure.
We’ll weigh my heart; we’ll measure my hugging span.
Haven’t I already told you?
Wrote you and spoke to you?
Written to you and whispered to you?
Haven’t I elevated my heart above the rest?
Haven’t I begged and wept enough?
My love for you
It’s an endearing illustration
Drawn only from my wanting ache
Don’t let the charcoal disappear.
Don’t let the brushes stiffen.
Don’t let the oils harden.
My love for you
It’s an everlasting wet appetite.
Constantly being drawn
Through this constellation journey,
This blossoming creation,
This blissful companionship,
We call love.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.09.23.14:29:18@599BwayNYC
I May Have To Stick My Tongue Out In The Rain
Found you in the spring,
Just across the Rhine.
I got down on one knee,
And I proposed to dine.
It takes courage,
I must confess.
Started so young,
My profession is a mess.
Now I like pussy,
And I like cock.
Don’t let this be,
Your system’s shock.
The rain followed me,
Ten paces to Downing Street.
You signed, you hired,
I am complete.
Shattered and compelled,
Slipped it inside.
No one knows and no one owes,
You aren’t even my bride.
Stepped down tomb’s door,
Heard you behind Cape’s heart.
Take your teeth to my back,
Steal my heart, tear me apart.
I filled out the application,
Accept my audition.
I examined her daughter,
Her father is a mortician.
Let the popular die alone,
It’s a square mile I yearn.
Erect the immoral statue,
Deliver me in a wooden urn.
In you I shall confide,
You are my disloyal friend.
Last year’s worms,
They come and transcend.
Monogamous insects advance,
Single notes display affection.
Portray eighth decade’s horror.
I end in a hidden infection.
Last man’s plea,
My divine is the third.
Extract my love for you,
I speak my silent word.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.07.18:03:05@599BwayNYC
I Know About The Spot
I know where it is
I know what happens
I know where to touch
and I know how you quiver
I know it well
I know it like a map
I know it like a constellation
and I know it like a completed puzzle
I know about the spot
I know where it’s at
I know when to start
and I know when to finish
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.24.18:21:13@599BwayNYC
I See
It seems so current
Insignificant
I’m a risk
A hazard
Toxic for the heart
Turned away
Rejected
I’m left
Cold, frail, dying the last days
They don’t talk
Communicate
Or even share a smile
They haven’t spoken
I haven’t seen them
She’ll get wed, without him there
My underwear is soiled
I smell
Don’t get near me.
I bruise easily
I sleep constantly
Nazis separated my family
Haven’t seen my brother or sister
And now my great grandchildren
Have lost a grandfather
My son
He is dead, and he doesn’t even know it.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.06.12.11:27:51@599BroadwayNYC
I Forgot About You
In this transparent world
Birds take flight into the amber sky
People try to follow their lead and their head
Their wings of wax and feathers disintegrate
They plummet to their early deaths
In this transparent world
Men light themselves on fire before the women
Reduced ash, skull bashed, broken, cracked
Summer ruins pile high in rivers of blood
They all wish to get wed upon midnight’s soil
In this transparent world
You would think she would realize what she had
Instead, she made him shrivel up and turn to yesterday’s leftovers
It was his heart, now served on a platter of gold and silver
Roses strewn about the path walked by his father before him
In this transparent world
Wild animals run among lost kingdoms
Kisses await and vows taken to the grave
She was all you wanted for a decade’s time
Until discovery led you to another woman’s heart
In this transparent world
Now she has your heart, and you’ve forgotten all else
Including her.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.10.11:51:00@205HudsonNYC
I’m On Airport Time
Turned on the light,
You were hidden in the shadows
Underneath my sheets
Surprised me!
I rolled over
You weren’t there
If that’s the way it’s going to be
I left for the airport
Not a hint of your scent was on my collar
Its tearing me apart
Just tell me not to go
Just tell me you love me
I’m not good any more
My time is up
The chariot that I’ve arrived on is pulling me back
My train is departing
I’m late for the plane
And the plane is late for me.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.11.19:15:00@296NYC
I Believe The Beatles
All You Need Is Love
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.28.09:36:00@205HudsonNYC
Intrusion Thief
I like these blood-stained sheets.
Wrap myself in them.
Sleep in them nightly.
Surround myself with your scent.
Your smell and your stink.
My lips shiver and my stomach aches.
You stole my heart and went out west.
Leaving me behind in mountains of dirt.
Lying cold among your leftovers.
You have sinned and I have my pride.
Turned around and conquered my voices.
Ruling two towers due south.
There is no bank in my mind which you now capture.
Long gone and barely remembered.
Abandoned me one early morning.
Left me in the dark of not knowing.
Missing you like it was the last love on earth.
In the dimly lit room, you pulled me from my knees.
Brought me up and raised me erect.
Reached inside with a sword of a slayer.
Bore a hole in my heart, left undone.
I am the Father.
Forever lost, we will be one.
You have stolen seed embedded.
After asking for reception.
Never a redemption.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.11.12.03:39:42@296NYC