Samuel Beckett

I have never told this to anyone,

but I speak the truth

and the truth comes out from under me

out from under the rocks and wet leaves

it’s taken years of abuse and admittance

of waiting in lines and for my hair to fall out

years of using deodorant and years of eating T.V. dinners

but I figured I’d tell the truth now

because better now then never

especially since I’m going blind

and the doctors say I only have nine more months to live

and live I shall,

live I shall

I made love to Samuel Beckett.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.17.21:18:21@296NYC

Sandwich Crust

I’m sorry,

but you can’t have my sandwich crust.

I’m saving my crust for someone else.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.10.12:21:13@205HudsonNYC

Snatch Hunt

I’m trying to seek you out.

I’m ready to kidnap you.

Devour your last breadth.

Steal your last pulse.

I’m on the hunt.

I’m on the hunt for new snatch.

Got some snatch I can snack on?

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.11:48:11@205HudsonNYC

Sea Garden

You are my mermaid

Flowing in and out of my life

The current takes you to my heart

The very depths of which

You have made your home

Settled inside my cave of emotions

A breeze above the sea blows

Trade winds bring you near

Then take you far

You are my pearl

My greatest discovery

A hidden treasure found

My every day paradise

My heart’s companion

The spell which has kept me

Sea creatures of the North

Golden chariots take us forth

To my kingdom of love under the sea

A place for you and me

Sea creatures of the South

Put your rose lips to my mouth

Let your eyes look beyond the sea

Open wide and tell me that I am he

Sea creatures of the East

My eyes upon you have never seen such a feast

In this blue water sea

It is time to be with thee

Sea creatures of the West

I know you wish to settle in my nest

Where you and I become one with the sea

No more shall I make plea

Ride the waves of the world

Don’t let yourself miss the wind

For the zephyr has taken you to my arms

Continue to capture it and seize it

Let the winds lead you further

To the hands I offer and heart I open

A new dawn has risen

Rays of the sun penetrate these waters

My blue eyes are not yet ice

Opportunity has knocked on the hull

Let’s make love as the sails ripen us

It’s time to throw the nautical charts to the wind

Filled with intellectual delight and exquisite beauty

You are my everything love

My garden beneath the sea

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.27.24:00:14@296NYC

September End

(I)

Month’s end is here

My eyes shed lonely tears

My heart is bleeding

Like the Antarctic Sea

Love for you has not disappeared

The symphony awaits your attendance

Passenger trains are filled

With but one love

When blue eyes of Kansas met blue eyes of York

No one told us there would be a solar eclipse

(II)

I wish not to sleep alone tonight

My sheets await your arrival

Do not stay out too late

I’ll keep the light on

Claim that you are free

And become my forever angel

You are my compass to life’s journey

A path in the commitment of two warm hearts

(III)

Take my hand

Waltz with me

Through the hall of love

Showering arrows from heaven above

I’ll put on my finest suit

You’ll wear your softest silk

We’ll dine on the breadth of the moon

Backlit among the lights of Paris

(IV)

Let my tongue greet your October thighs

Like it has never done before

It’s me down below

Licking at your morning dew

Let our cries of tender desire

Rattle the ground that all others walk upon

And let our love making sweat

Make the sun jealous

(V)

Month’s end is here

My eyes shed lonely tears

The autumn air has moved across the Hudson

Each day gets colder as they go by

I hear the screams from your heart

Your deepest part always welcomed

A sunset without you in my life

Is like volcanic ash filling my lungs at night

I leave my love with one last sentence

Live as if there were no tomorrow

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.12.24:39:46@296NYC

She came and went

I waited.

She came and went.

I waited.

Alone I am left.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.09.17.12:41:16@296NYC

Start The Break, Break The Start

Don’t start the break before you even started.

Don’t break the start before we even started.

Start before you break.

And break after you start.

But never break before you start.

So don’t break the start.

Instead, start after the break.

And don’t break the start.

You can’t start the break before you start.

So start before the break and after the break.

Break the start and start the break.

Start the break and break the start.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.08.21.16:41:44@205HudsonNYC

Stone

My heart, once ached, now stone.

My heart, once available, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My eyes, once matched yours, now stone.

My eyes, once opened bedside, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My hands, once held yours, now stone.

My hands, once cupped your breasts, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My soul, once enlightened by yours, now stone.

My soul, once shared yours, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My spirit, once beautified by yours, now stone.

My spirit, once raised by you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My poetry, once inspired by you, now stone.

My poetry, once written for you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My mind, once wrapped in yours, now stone.

My mind, once thought of you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My life, once seen with you, now stone.

My life, once here to stay, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My laughter, once engaged with yours, now stone.

My laughter, once loud with smiles, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My voice, once whispered in your ear, now stone.

My voice, once spoken words of love, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.07.31.02:20:32@205HudsonNYC

The Sweeper

I am the sweeper,

I’ve come to sweep you off your feet,

But you’ll have to let me.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.07.28.14:31:46@205HudsonNYC

Squids, Snails, and Scorpions

Three of you

One I pretended

One I pursued

One I punished

Slippery

Slinky

Sultry

But each of you,

Unique as you are

Can only go thus far

In a sphincter undone.

Undone.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.05.25.16:03:38@205HudsonNYC

Sarah and The Last Letter Of The Alphabet

Sarah is beautiful

and beautiful is Sarah.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.05.02.18:14:00@66W12NYC

said

said

Got a gun

Backed by a garden tool

said

Lost a son

With eyes of blue

said

Greeted by autumn

Synagogue leaves

said

I got ‘em

Down on his knees

said

Her love was lost

She struck a pose

said

He birthed at no cost

All the dead arose

said

Lived in Bethlehem

Where snakes spoke

said

Angels will condemn

Grown from bottomless smoke

said

Palms are bloody

Execute my last right

said

Lovers so needy

It is the word I now write

said

The end is near

Locusts from fire free

said

For you, I tear

The death of me

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.04.07.18:50:00@66W12StNYC

06.04.09.16:30:56@296NYC

Six Figures On Fixing What Can’t Be Fixed

So much for loving you.

I’m stuck and I can’t get out.

So, what do you do?

You Vaseline my cock,

and now,

I’m short a dime.

Hungry for more.

I’ve got nothing,

but black eyes.

Black eyes.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.03.02.15:24:33@205HudsonNYC

Sin

Was it a sin

That I walked the length of the brook to see your blue eyes?

Was it a sin

That I made love with you beneath the Sycamore?

Was it a sin

The way you made me melt into a defenseless child?

Was it a sin

The way you left my heart with no companion to love?

Was it a sin

That you spoke without listening?

Was it a sin

That you closed the door before it was even ajar?

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.03.29.17:44:00@296NYC

Stand

It’s hard to stand up,

I cannot stand up.

I’m down.

This weight is on top of me.

It blankets me.

Keeps me down.

I cannot stand up.

I’m trying to sand up.

But I am down.

And down I am.

With my might I try.

To stand tall and strong.

But I am down.

And down I am.

Stand I cannot.

No longer I stand.

I sink.

Sinking deeper.

In the depths of despair.

I’m down.

Can’t stand.

Stand I try.

But I am down.

Down in the earth.

A sunken rock.

Lost ship at sea.

Rotted down.

Succumbed to my infection.

No longer here.

No longer standing.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.03.01.24:38:08@296NYC

Suffering

All around you is suffering.

People in Africa are dying of AIDS

They are dying of starvation.

Of simple procedures. Simple medications. Simply water.

They are suffering. They are dying in the streets.

And I ask,

I ask you,

What have you done?

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.02.21.24:49:31@296NYC

Spoken Silence

May my open door accept death;

May my welcoming arms embrace you.

Come inside

    From the cold wet snow.

Let me greet you

    Where the staff of the rich bound the poor

    When floods meet the sanctuaries of the divine.

May my soul not escape the serpent of death;

May my feet be always planted on soil of the mother.

Take everything

    From the dignity of myself, the bloody boar.

Let me taste your decrepit sickle

    Stretch the carefully honed blade

    Across thy impeccable neck.

May you sharpen your hunt;

May you disengage the roots of my teeth.

Disembowel me

    Carve loose the very insides which define me.

Let me be drained by your fury

    Sever off thy tasting instrument

    Fill my open passages with leeches.

May you lead the wrath upon me;

May you abduct my spirit forever.

Prevail life

    Seize my wisdom.

Let me decompose to pure cypher

    Lay in thy body excrements

    Smolder in the acids of my entity.

May I become dead without one last cry.

May I profess the love I have lost,

    For I am to die.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.09.04.03:46:07@296NYC

Sunday (Version #2)

I woke up Saturday morning.

And the Sunday Early Morning shows were on the

Television.

And it was Sunday and not Saturday.

Saturday was gone, and Saturday became Sunday.

I did not understand. 

Had I slept through Saturday?

Had Saturday just disappeared?

Had I confused my days,

Confused my calendar?

Today is now Sunday

And Saturday is gone.

Saturday became Sunday

And Sunday I’ve become lost.

I woke up today,

Today was Sunday,

And not the day I thought,

Saturday.

The date was Sunday’s date.

The correct date of the month.

But what happened to Saturday?

Did we just skip it?

Am I in an alternative universe?

Where did it go?

Where did Saturday go?

Just last night it was Friday evening.

I woke up this morning.

I knew it was Saturday.

But I discovered,

That Saturday was Sunday.

And Saturday was gone.

Because today is Sunday.

And Sunday is now.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.08.28.12:12:46@296NYC

Spice My Dice

you’ve got ade

I need to get laid

turn your tongue over

I’ll be over you in a hover

take her from behind

something I surely wouldn’t mind

tell it like it is

flat out say the biz

she wants to fuck

he is in luck

a swallowing serpent inside

forever a penetrating glide

a heated Thursday

I’ll put you at bay

put her in restraints

we’ll be called saints

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.06.23.17:02:18@NYC

Spice

Knock at my door,

I’ll show you the floor.

Touch my wrist,

I’ll put your heart in a twist.

Kiss my lips,

I’ll jive your hips.

Meet in the night,

I will surely bite.

Bend the curve,

Work up the nerve.

Sheets are on the bed,

She might just give head.

The heat sinks in,

Time to make our sin.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.06.23.16:17:20@NYC