Atonement Truths (Part I)

Escaping never came easy

Hiding never came easy

What came easy to me

Was the difficult path taken

 

 

And so,

 

 

 

Came across a door’s hidden nails

Shifting wind for my ship’s sails

 

Stared out the 12th floor windows ajar

Escaped from mother’s milk bar

 

The Boxer’s face slammed into the door

Virgin loss was to a Dobbs Ferry whore

 

Went to a midnight disco with her in Berlin

With my fingers I caressed her skin

 

A static phone call followed up in Rome

In Madrid woke up out of bed and dragged a comb

 

Felt like two dozen years between

Her young wet body had the perfect sheen

 

A barbarian in my own vessel

Twisted thoughts I would wrestle

 

Held hostage by the greatest heroine to date

Last Supper painting I did create

 

As she raised her skirt just above the line of suggestion

I immediately raised my hand to ask a question

 

Greatest enemy left me alone

Blue eyes shut I have sewn

 

With deep sorrow and sympathy

Created a menstrual symphony

 

Chin saturated in dripping blood out and in

With prominent debauchery I better not sin

 

Vowed to confess to the priest

Looked in the mirror to find out I was deceased

 

From Ohio to Kansas I committed so much incest

Spiraled out of control deeply depressed

 

I said that I could talk to you forever

She said you better not be clever

 

Never drank myself to a stirring sleep

Drowned in self-made pornography knee deep

 

It was just yesterday I broke a plate

Smashed glass not art sealed my fate

 

Prepare the eulogy and cadaver lab

Turn my skewer meat and pick at my scab

 

Jars of cow fat sat on a white shelf

Walking down Ridge Street I cackled cowardly at myself

 

Seated on the wooden bench I’d shuck ears of corn

Hardcore Catholic refused to suck my cock was re-born

 

Staples in my shoulder held my collarbone

With my arm in a sling I made her melt and moan

 

Climbed the ladder to release the smoker’s dam

Couldn’t breathe so ran out wham bam thank you ma’am

 

Participated in London trafficking of sex

From Hackney to Helsinki avoided herpes simplex

 

Union Square loft fingering

A leftover stench is lingering

 

Thumb through my forever lexica

From Jocelyn to Jessica

 

Stole a vermilion Kenworth Aerodyne for a ride

Back door loving in the parking lot can no longer hide

 

Brunettes, blondes, more than one redhead

Brought them all to my backyard bed

 

Told the flight attendant I was unwell and about to faint

A Zimbabwe pastor was my hand-held saint

 

A long road led me to enjoy pissing

Strawberry admired my cock ring

 

Short changed and last night sticky

Got back home with my sore neck hickey

 

Golden Arches, American Express, not Coca-Cola

Ran my fingers to flirt with her Ebola

 

Swab the inside of my cheek

Labia often makes me talk devil speak

 

At gun point in the backseat of a Buick LeSabre cruising Bensonhurst

Inside his hot MILF wife, I did have my thick cock burst

 

Crashed Probe on 17th Street

Paul & Christine took me to Joshua Tree heat

 

Did I tell you I’ve been flown on Air Force One

Probably not because I’m a pathological liar and psychologist’s son

 

Above Tokyo lights she hid in fright

Dropped the towel to the floor for a sight

 

Uncommon silence quietly introduced

From Brooklyn to Detroit I seduced

 

Rubbed false matriarch toes

The truth nobody knows

 

Dancer’s delight in cat’s bed she bled

I would if I could she said

 

Eastern European university scream

Spread her legs in shower’s steam

 

My brother plays the sabar with such perfect grace

Echoing sounds stimulate my memory trace

 

Postage stamps, LEGO bricks, and teeth left me weak

Step behind the curtains inside Temple Bar’s speak

 

My tongue so eager to give you pleasure

Length and circumference equals such a great measure

 

If it’s The Beatles or The Rolling Stones

Can’t tell you, only share my collection of wishbones

 

Elysium was my neighbor for the longest duration

Jerusalem offered deceptive revelation

 

Stripped down on 42nd Street for cash

It was my greatest reveal and disgraceful crash

 

For the errors I’ve conducted on purpose, I offer no apology

Brain inflammation was what lead my sister to Neurology

 

Take the greatest leap from the sky

There is no time for a cordial goodbye

 

Captain of the high seas I love to go South

Between your legs I’ll place my mouth

 

Waiting at the bus stop with school yard crow

Orgasmic meditation let it drip and flow

 

Taking pictures with strangers in the photo booth

Dreams dictated by the loss of a tooth

 

Grabbed a yellow cab from Penn Station

Drove down 7th Ave in hopes of a Craigslist’s sensation

 

Private citizen of the United States

Over consumption of products and plenty of dates

 

Can’t count on ten fingers and ten toes

Such a distant memory, those backyard hoes

 

Devil-Eyed departed an early flight from New York

Met her beneath Table Mountain and dined with knife and fork

 

Forgery over looking Hudson River preggo orgy

Undercover secret is that I’m a member of the clergy

 

Took her blue convertible BMW from 57th street for a midnight joy ride

Drove north on the Palisades her hands high in the air alongside

 

Sunrise brought silent vanilla surgeon catching

Under damp wet sheets back scratching

 

Solanas shot loads of creamy candy

With respect to my dear Andy

 

An out of stock climbing joyful cowboy

Every passing lover was just a temporary decoy

 

Her art was often created with a stainless-steel palette knife

Found out too late she surrendered and took her own life

 

Sold souls to claim fame

At the cross burst into flame

 

Outside skin been so little bruised

Inside emotional state so self-abused

 

In Mount Corcovado’s shadow

Iced Skol in my hand, her face in my lap aglow 

 

Compass always pointed her to my infatuation

Can’t believe this long I’ve avoided self-immolation

 

Invitation to heaven got revoked

My hands around her neck choked

 

Running with words with nowhere to go

Wish my lockbox was not out of ammo

 

 

 

                        And so,

 

 

My heart was committing treason

When I fought off thoughts of suicide

For no good reason

 

 

 

 

 

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.11.15.14.51.25@130BklynNYC

4.2009-11.2025

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