She is Dead
She is dead.
The bells are ringing.
The bagpipers are playing.
The mourners are coming.
The doves are flying.
The lovers are crying.
The souls are dying.
She is dead.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.02.16.12:28:59@296NYC
Some Essentials
1) Milk
2) Paper & Pencil
3) Musical Journey
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.11.06.01:30:00@6TrainAstorPlNYC
Singapore Sweden
Empty glove on the floor.
White latex, not powdered.
Thrown on the floor, inside out.
Left over, on the floor.
Not a trace of its previous history.
Nothing.
Box cars on the railroad tracks can be heard.
There is a window in the bathroom painted baby blue.
With a thin white linen curtain.
A slight breeze blows in and shifts the curtain from side to side.
The faucet still runs a steady stream.
Trickling through the rusty pipes beneath the porcelain.
Twisting and turning until it enters the tiled floor.
My mind tracks back and listens to the box cars once more.
Echoes of my mother calling my name are bounced against these walls.
A recently extinguished cigarette sits on the tub basin.
The tub is filled with various plastic containers.
Different sizes, different colors, different weights.
Nothing leads to the used empty latex glove thrown on the floor.
The radio in the bedroom plays a filthy static.
My ears stall and my eyes twitch.
The stale smell in the room overwhelms me as I leave the bathroom.
The bedspread is perfectly and evenly placed upon the bed.
It has a mustard shade and a starch feel, quite uncomfortable.
Not inviting.
The opera singer is still practicing her voice in the room next door.
An enchanting beautiful sound seeping through the walls.
Penetrating my movements and my heart.
I still hear the box cars roll down the track.
No hair to be found.
Not a trace of spit.
A single stain.
Not blood, not semen, not urine.
Loving death can’t be this easy.
But I’ve found the owner.
The owner of that empty used discarded white latex glove on the floor.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.30.16:53:00@205Hudson10013NYC
(something)
not here,
found,
roaming in the
hallway.
found a fountain,
communicated to traffic signals,
sheets pulled up,
over himself.
in your eyes,
i found everything i’ve wanted to be
and much more
beyond your physical beauty.
hearing your voice,
i can’t stand no longer
in this world we call earth
falling apart without a dove.
i belly up at the end of the day,
figuring you’ll love me,
in silence
or heavy noise
travelled deep,
found those returned to me,
emptiness after the course
i’ll reach for you forever
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.24.19:08:14@296NYC
Salt
Like a pillar,
standing alone,
in the dead sea,
the dead calm.
Like a single man,
leaping from the platform,
in front of the speeding train,
to his untimely death.
Like a mystery,
behind eyes of blue,
never seen down the aisle,
forgotten too soon.
Like honesty on the bench,
never chosen under the words of God,
only witnessed while listening,
never thinking acoustically.
Like taken from his home,
cooked in the raw,
followed down the floors,
grown alive.
Like being forced to count ceramic tiles,
sleeping without feathers,
waiting on nails,
while eating sweet bananas.
Like telling secrets to the signals,
living for all the wrong reasons,
pretending to love,
never admitting crime.
Like the craters on the tongue,
steamed milk below the mother’s breast,
looking at the thin lines,
fearing the new day with a trigger on your lap.
Like feeling beneath your soul,
knowing he’ll grow old without you,
punctured daily to measure the system,
she cleaned up the broken glass.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.03.12.24:11:53@296NYC
She Said This and She Said That
She said this
and she didn’t say that.
She said that
and she didn’t say this.
She said that and this and this and that.
But she didn’t say this or that.
She said that.
She said this.
But she didn’t say this and that, only that and this.
She said this
and she said that.
She said that and this,
and this and that.
She didn’t say that or that.
She did say this and this.
She didn’t say this and that and that and this.
She said this and that.
and this and this and that and that.
She didn’t say this.
and she didn’t say that.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.02.02.01:43:05@296NYC
Sleeping Mysteries
Slept with my teeth under my pillow
Slept with my wishbone under my pillow
Slept with my gun under my pillow
Today is Saturday.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.22.03:48:51@296NYC
Secret Love
I myself have not experienced
Love
I myself have witnessed
Love
I have seen it in my friends and family
I have seen it in my grandparents aged 89 and 92
When I see that glare
that gaze
that wonderful happiness
that joy
When I see that abundance
of incredible love
of utopia love
of magnificent love
When I see it in my friend’s eyes
When I see it in Pablo’s eyes
It only makes me admire him
Admire you
Admire you both
What you have, and what you can progress upon.
Love,
Cherish it, hold it near, be patient, be loving.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.05.01:12:04@296NYC
shared dream
My friend had a dream the other night about me.
This is what he had to say:
“
I had a very disturbing dream about you tonight.
i dreamed that you died (of encephalitis!),
and then i was on a boat,
and walked into the kitchen of the boat.
there was this huge fat cook
who was dissecting your head
and taking your eyes out.
it was you, definitely!
”
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.02.23:34:00@296NYC
Silence
And on that day,
Clear September day,
Not a sound,
Not even a swirl of wind.
No motion,
No movement.
Nothing brought,
Nothing forgotten.
Simple reminders,
Every day.
Together,
Survivors of history.
Challenged by today,
Survivors of strength.
Too many,
We may bleed.
Remember then,
The passing is not forgotten,
But only remains,
A constant quiet,
A silence.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.09.11.23:52:26@296NYC
September 11th 2003
Spoiled Contents Of A Blackout Refrigerator
1 Half Gallon (1.89L) of Elmhurst Dairy 100% Fat Free Milk
(Pasteurized Vitamin A&D Skim Milk with No Hormones Added and No Antibiotics)
(Expiration Date of August 21st 2003)
1/6 of a jar 46OZ (2lbs 14oz)(1.30kg) of Mott’s Natural Apple Sauce
(Unsweetened & No Preservatives)
1/3 of a container of Papetti Foods Better’n Eggs Healthier Real Egg Product
(Fat Free & Cholesterol Free) 16oz, 1lb 454g
pasteurized for safety Oct 17 2003
1 full container of Papetti Foods Better’n Eggs Healthier Real Egg Product
(Fat Free & Cholesterol Free) 16oz, 1lb 454g
pasteurized for safety Oct 17 2003
1/2 of a bottle of House of Tsang Bangkok Padang Peanut Sauce 11.5oz 326g
1/2 of a bottle of ReaLemon Lemon Juice From Concentrate Natural Strength 15floz 443ml
2/3 of a bottle of San-J Reduced Sodium Tamari Natural Soy Sauce 10floz 296ml
9/10 of a jar of Hellmann’s Just 2 Good! Reduced Fat Mayonnaise Dressing
32floz 1qt .95L sept 13, 2003
11 slices of Kraft Fat Free singles Sharp Cheddar artificially flavored
nonfat pasteurized process cheese product
16 singles package 3/4 oz each
12oz net wt 340g
4/5 of tub of Hotel Bar salted whipped butter 8oz 227g Oct82003
1/2 of tub of Kraft Philadelphia Fat Free Cream Cheese 12oz 340g March 21 2003
1/2 jar of Spice World Ground Ginger 4oz 113g
19/20 of bottle of Heinz Tomato Ketchup 24oz 1lb8oz 680g
1/3 bottle of Hershey’s Lite Syrup Genuine Chocolate Flavor
18.5oz 1lb2.5oz 524g
8/10 bottle of Crystal Louisiana’s Pure Hot Sauce 12floz 335ml
2nd bottle, also 8/10 of bottle of Crystal Louisiana’s Pure Hot Sauce 12floz 335ml
8/10 of jar of Super Associated Strawberry Fancy Pure Preserves NetWt 18oz 1lb2oz 510g
8/10 of jar of Heinz Sweet Relish 10floz 296ml
6/10 of bottle of French’s Classic Yellow Mustard with the stay clean cap 8oz 226g
26 grape tomatoes Bald Eagle Farm; Jersey Sweet Grape Tomatoes 1 U.S. dry pint, 551ml
1/2 bottle of 4C All Natural 100% imported Parmesan grated cheese No preservatives net wt 6oz 170g
1 1/4 medium sized cucumber
2 medium sized Sunkist Valencia Oranges
1 small lime
Selected Green Giant Fresh Carrots net wt 1lb 453g with 7 carrots remaining
small bundle of mint in a zip loc bag dated 7-26-03 (Freezer)
2 uncooked turkey burgers in an undated zip loc bag (Freezer)
1 bag super A green peas 20oz 1lb4oz 567g (Freezer)
Mrs. Smith’s Bake It Fresh Sweet Potato (pie) net wt 2lb5oz 1.05kg (Freezer)
YVES Veggie Cuisine The Good Dog (Freezer)
lowfat juicy and authentic tasting meatless 11oz 312g
4 dogs of package of 6 12 aug 03
12 small containers containing medium for Harthritis (Freezer)
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.08.14.16:11:00 @ 296NYC
03.08.15.21:03:00 @ 296NYC
Seven Ten
It’s seven to ten.
You’re still not here.
It’s just about time.
But you are nowhere to be found.
It’s seven to ten.
I’m here and you are not.
Around the earth, I’ve searched.
Nothing came up, nothing came down.
It’s seven to ten.
I’ve held on forever.
Looked and waited.
Nothing yet, nothing here.
It’s seven to ten.
Where are you?
Just another day gone by.
Sunrise and sunset, alone.
It’s seven to ten.
We are about to begin.
No one here but me and my dreams.
Back door closed; poetry written.
It’s seven to ten.
Whisper in my ear.
Sweet thoughts.
I know you are near.
It’s seven to ten.
No one is knocking at the door.
Not even you, nor she.
I’m about to get up and leave.
It’s seven to ten.
Heaven is here.
I’ve looked back now.
I did not see.
It’s seven to ten.
Kiss me there.
It’s seven to ten.
Kiss me here.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.07.10.02:21:03@296NYC
Sleeping Angel
Angel, in my sleep.
Sleeping next to you,
connecting
feeding my thirst for the ache.
The venture needed,
the emptiness filled.
One more, once more.
Sleeping with you,
forgetting the world behind
leaving for a moment
elevating
to a higher sensation of being.
One time, alone here.
Angel, in my sleep.
Next to you I breathe a deeper breath
I sleep a sounder sleep,
I dream a more colorful dream.
Angel, next to me.
I love you forever,
lying here, listening to your beating heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.06.04.02:39:16@296NYC
Silence, Nothing
Silence heard,
silence lost.
Nothing gained,
nothing learned.
Silence felt,
silence new.
Nothing inside,
nothing realized.
Silence kept,
silence given
Nothing taken,
nothing lasted.
Silence in my eyes,
silence at your lips.
Nothing here,
nothing there.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.22.12:15:12@296NYC
Subway Sandwich Shop
I am so very happy today.
Today, I was walking back to my studio
and noticed a Subway Sandwich Shop
being constructed just two blocks away
on Mulberry and Houston streets.
I am the Subway Sandwich Shop King.
Today is a very happy day!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.12.16:16:16@PS1.QNS.NYC
Stop, Dance
Stop,
Now watch me dance.
Dance, Dance, Dance
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.18:03:00@296NYC
Sicka Sicka Sista
It’s your Sicka Sicka Sista
Knocking at the door
The blonde brunette
With a salamander crawling up her leg
She’s got the tongue of a serpent
And she won’t let me go
It’s cold outside
The rain is falling down on us
Free rounds all around
On me and my non-stamped non-delivered bills
I’ve been pushed around
Pulled a bit
Haven’t had sex since age seventeen
Now I know that you have given me slow roasted salmon
And I know how much you enjoy the dance you dance
But I must tell you
About the something I have for you
Oh Sicka Sicka Sista
Now, don’t get me wrong
I’ve learned so much from your conversing thoughts
And I’ve learned to understand the theory of it all
But why must you invade me like a fly trap
I’ll never quite figure it out
In the meantime
Dinner at Eight
Set the plates for two
I’ll be dressed in my suit
With my stockings beneath
Or not
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.06.05:12:49 @ 296 NYC
Scattered Love
I have love for you.
It’s scattered all over this hard wood floor.
Pick up the pieces and feel for yourself.
I love you immensely.
There, I said it.
I love you.
What more could you ask for?
I’ve said those three little words.
I’ve opened my heart. As open as it could possibly get.
My love for you is all over.
This earth is covered in my love for you.
Scattered from ocean to ocean.
I love you.
And I’ll say it again.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.01.05:22:02@296NYC