Jude
We met at Fanelli Café in December of 1998
We dated heavily and made out heavenly
That love lasted a few weeks
And into a few months
Just shy of a year
Jude,
You were the one
Tattooed head to toe
Blazing flames of fire
Even during the howling winter months
Jude,
You were the one
Soft and tender hearted
Paint oozing sculpture building
Effortless you floated ideas from the Renaissance
Jude,
You were the one
Held me during dark times
Read me poetry and kept me hopeful
Listened to the haunts and abolished the flesh
Jude,
You were the one
Taught me moral discernment
Caged my beast and found my ground
Catapulted me into the man I have become
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.08.10.32.20@345NYC
Interruption Disruption
Giving some slack
Release the rope
Launching the boat from the dock
Waves carrying the message
Solving the riddle
Being the butt of the joke
Completed the crossword puzzle
Laughed inhaling the gas
Plugged up the drain with twisted hair
Ran hot water down for an hour
Bleached the tiles clean
Scrubbed the floor spotless
Returned the library book
Listened to a short story read
Made out behind the card catalog
Rug burned bottom skin
Forgot to call
Didn’t pick up the mail
Left the kettle on
Pressed the down elevator button
Dressed in a black tuxedo
Got married next to swans in the park
Walked to and from in a day’s race
Danced past midnight’s bond
Flew above the oceans
Worshipped the setting sun
Host on tongue
Exodus crossing water
Shrouded in the cleanest fabric
Not wanting dirt covering completely
One eye winking
Finger tap tap tapping
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.08.10.07.11@345NYC
Fighting the Fire
The intense inferno
Crawling up each side
Engulfing your breath
Holding you as a hostage
Squeezing life out of you
Erasing your existence
Smoking you out
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.03.08.54.00@130BklynNYC
Octopus Straddle
I lay still as she hovers above
Rubs me all the right ways
Luring me to devastating orgasms
She mounts me
Inching her bare pussy towards me
Gently teasing my erect fat cock
Lowering her hips
She eases her wet pussy lips
Upon my throbbing thick hard cock
Swallowing my shaft completely
I get lost deep inside her
Feeling the warmth grasp me in every way
I accept her invitation of entry
As her juices drip down my slippery cock
Wishing I could cream already
She finds a synching rhythm
Grinds her waist into me
My hands cupping her tits
Every movement
As I thrust my cock deeper inside
I begin to break with fever
Our sweat dampens the sheets
Fists clench and lips bitten
Bruised with pleasure
Drowning in debauchery
Getting lost in primal filth
Fluids flowing from every hole
Faster intensity heightening
Silent deadly moans
Transform into profound grunts
My body shakes like an earthquake
A tornado of depravity
As I surrender with an oozing load
© 2026 David Greg Harth
2026.04.01.19.00.00@161NYC
The Lion’s Bite
Roaring down the highway
Sharpening my teeth with sandpaper
With a switchblade in my heart
Gasoline leaking from the tank
Leaving a slick trail behind me
For all the followers to follow
Leading fury to my den of schist
Where the cradling warmth awaits
Clawing of walls echoes in eternity
Darkness drapes the world
Nesting together undisturbed
I die alone in your embrace
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.31.11.45.46@345NYC
Not Hearing, Listening
I had a quiet argument with myself
There was pushing and pulling
Extracting and excavating
A whisper flirted with my ear
Haunted me with my own voice
Made the hair on my arms stand straight
Formed bad decisions
Possibly even wrong
Knowing history could not change
Closed the door
Shut off the lights
And turned down the covers
I sleep
Waiting for the tide to take me out
Silence is listening
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.31.11.05.59@345NYC
The Last Banana
It was a Thursday
A normal middle of the month day
I got to the office early
As I often do
Walked in the rain
A block here
A block there
And one more block again
Said hello to the security guard outside
Said hello to the desk guards inside
Said hello to the elevator guard inside
I swiped my badge
I held my badge
I went up 8 floors in a box
I swiped my badge
I changed my shirt
I got my coffee
I got my water
I got my oatmeal
My favorite colleague arrived
I noticed a banana on her desk
And noticed a banana on my real favorite colleague’s desk
I wondered
“Where oh where was my banana?”
But in reality, my thought was more like
“Where was my banana?
And so, without hesitation
I got up from my desk
I made sure to follow the rules
I put on my jacket - my sport jacket - my blazer - the fabric cloak that goes over my T-shirt and makes me very very very hot and ran to the kitchen. I didn’t really run. I walked normal speed.
And there
In my sightline
Was
The last banana.
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.12.09.43.25@345NYC
Kamikaze
Ain’t no better time to pull the trigger
There is no better time
Than now
Barrel to my temple
Barrel in my mouth
No hidden secrets
No final goodbyes
No haunting regrets
Nothing worth saying
Nothing worth saving
Just destructing my purpose
Dreaming of a better moment
Death would silence my pain
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.07.22.37.52@130BklynNYC
Five One Five
Five to One
One to Five
Ten to Five
Five to Ten
Five Fives
Fifty Ones
Two Fifties
Fifty Twos
Two Fives
One Five
One Fifty
Fifty-Two Twos
Fifty-Two Ones
Fifty-Two Fives
Two Hundreds
Five Hundreds
Fifty Hundreds
Hundred Hundreds
I’m rich!
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.03.08.45.56@345NYC
The Glowing Light
I’ve been battered
Completely shattered into splinters
Beaten down to a pulp
Abandoned in the back of a junkyard
Swallowed in the ocean’s abyss
Neglected and forgotten
Broken
Left to rot
Discarded beneath the dirt
I’ve been in padded rooms
And fought off medical experiments
Dodged psychiatrists' false presumptions
I’ve been image enhanced
And held hands with the devil
Raged with a brain in zero gravity
Through all the pain I’ve suffered
I somehow endured
Without reason
Without encouragement
Without recognition
I survived
And so glad I did
Because if it wasn’t for you
I’d end
The love you gave me –
Unconditional
Non-transactional
Unrestricted
Compassionate and passionate
Fierce and tender
The love I have for you –
It was imminent
Without fear
My most sincere truth
You lit the glowing light
Inside my heart
That refuses to go dark
You make all the reasons to be alive
to stay alive
You are the reason
I choose morning
Again, and again
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.26.22.30.04@130BklynNYC
At Yesterday’s Turn
Turned the wrong way
Yesterday
Turned the wrong way
Should have made a right when I made a left
Should have made a left when I made a right
Made a wrong turn
Yesterday
Today
Thought about that wrong turn yesterday
That made me go the wrong way
Have you ever made such a turn?
Today? Or yesterday?
A turn the wrong way?
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.11.15.40.31@345NYC
Craftsmanship
Monday mornings are often dull
They often greet you unfavorably
Reminders of last week’s long week
The start of the week
A void you can’t avoid
But some Monday mornings are the most delightful
Like when you sit down at your desk
And you place your devices in all their coordinated assigned spots
And you place your water and tea (or coffee) in their appropriate areas
And you place your self in the uncomfortable Monday chair
And you are about to begin your day
When you suddenly realize you’ve been bedazzled.
As much as I felt such love
And complete utter joy
Inside and out
I have to say
And I say this with constructive criticism
I am a bit disappointed
By the craftsmanship
I noticed a small portion of the bedazzled line
of bedazzlement
is coming off their
bedazzled place.
And that makes me sad inside
But no fear
My enjoyment that the children only bedazzled my fan
Makes me at ease
Because I now know
That the children knew
I’d be only happy with the bedazzlement of my fan
And that
Makes me so
Very
Happy
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.09.09.10.24@345NYC
Finger on the Pulse
She was on the floor
Choking with a piece of meat lodged in her throat
She was a guest at the wedding
Dying
Put a finger on her neck
Her pulse is slowly disappearing
Better to make a sudden ad-hoc tracheostomy
Before she dies
On the wedding dance floor
Ambulance sirens blare in the distance
Attempting to speed on the winding roads
Flashing lights
Dinner abruptly stopped
No party
No happiness
Tainted marriage
By meat death
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.06.15.00.20@130BklynNYC
Ten Minutes to Ten
Ten to Ten
That’s all it took
10 more minutes
After 10 months
After 10 years
Just 10 more minutes
Moments on a clock
Counting down just ten more
10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
0
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.05.16.58.26@345ParkNYC
Berlin Hauptbahnhof
A forgotten knock at the door
A denied entry as the result of past trauma
A film orchestrated a murder
A Muslim woman and a Jewish Man
They fell in love in New York
They held hands as they lay in bed
They could not acknowledge the silence they both serve
They could not commit to the fray
Surrendering to realism
Getting caught in the prison of love
Gutting one’s own internal clairvoyance
Labeling each other terrorists
A caffeine infused chocolate platter
A Moroccan cat flirting at the table
A vinyl record skipping in the summer heat
A return to the scene of the crime
They fell in love in Berlin
They drenched the sheets with their sweat
They erased their memories
They committed to the moment
Surrendering to idealism
Getting caught in international waters
Gutting the commanding womb
Labeling each other mother and father
A man and a woman
They fell in love
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.04.12.26.49@345ParkNYC
Unidentified Insects in Your Ear
Insects
Coming through the pipes
Breaking through your window screens
Forcing you to lower your defenses
Insects
Borrowing your time
Taking up your space
Making your bed with spotted sheets
Insects
Coming from other lands
Traveling on planes and trains
Entering through tiny holes
Insects
Falling from the sky
Hatching from the bark
Digging from the dirt
Insects
Migrating from all directions
Floating to the surface of the pond
Sprouting from the darkest places
Insects
Riding the pollen in the wind
Hiding under candy wrappers
Attached to the wooden picnic table
Insects
Begging for revolution
Forming a brigade
Amassing at the borders
Insects
Dancing
Tickling
Sucking
Burrowing
Buzzing
Biting
In your ear
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.03.14.48.35@345ParkNYC
The Man Missing One Hand
As I was exiting
The man missing one hand was attempting to enter
His left hand was on the handle of the door
He had no keys
His right hand was missing
I pulled the door handle down
And let the man missing one hand to enter the building
He entered the building
And I exited the building
That was the last I saw of the man missing one hand
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.03.12.31.21@345ParkNYC
Heart Attack
Left a message at the beep
Had a heart attack
Better call me back
Shades pulled down closed
Tight sheets on the bed
Temporarily full of lead
Gurney covered in my horror
Plead for mercy
Flatlined controversy
Lost blood to the chambers
Had to halt every action
For a heart extraction
Sounds of the heart monitor
Going lub-dub lub-dub
Now part of the zipper club
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.03.09.50.00@345ParkNYC
The Sea
The sea is swollen
With choices
Of the unborn future
And the haunting past
The sea is full
With decisions
Of the unknown tomorrows
And the fear of history
The sea is
Violent
And unforgiving
Turbulent sways topple the indestructible
With towering waves overturning ships
Crashing and pounding upon deserted shores
Swirling emotions into the void
Carving destructive paths
Refuses to yield
Breaking the nerves of the most honest men
Tormenting the grieving
Raging without pause
A graveyard of the lost
Letting anger swallow all the living
Adds salt to your wounds
A treacherous pull to the deepest bottom
Savage with no end
Brutal without heart
To speak ill of the sea is to commit treason
Despite all the relentless hostility to my existence
Tossed in the sea
Is where I’d rather be
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.03.08.11.22@345ParkNYC