The George Washington Bridge
When I was younger,
I thought about jumping off the George Washington Bridge
But I decided not too
Because I didn’t want to inconvenience the drivers
I was younger yesterday
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.08.09.01.17.17@130BklynNYC
Ghost
Propositions granted
Doors ajar
Quiet spaces invaded
Clean shaven secrets
Bermuda triangles
Beneath short skirts
Carried books
Library late
Fell asleep
Upstairs bangers
Fish & Chips
Yesterday’s news
Language for beginners
Fables for lovers
Apple pie
Spunk face
Ticket for the amusement park
Lighting rod for the cancellation
Slept tight
Twisted twilight turn
Breakfast sausage
Devil eyes
Times Square shuffle
Neuro twelve society
Street divorce
Back seat revolver
Tomorrow’s today
Couldn’t believe or hang up the phone
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.21.21.52.44@130BklynNYC
The Ghosts We Have Become
With nothing to do
I place stories to nameless faces
Trying to reconstruct false memories
I make love to islands of women
And prevent true love from penetrating
Every defense system I’ve put in place
Falling from Hudson’s cross
I count the countless
And become just another statistic
It was so transparent and evident
But you were so blind and deaf
To all the signals and calls
Today’s decree witnessed by passersby
Aloft with yearning above my own termination
Until I am adrift with my last love letter to you
We have conceded to the future’s deathly grip
Permanently free from this perverse sense of rapture
All we have become are ghosts of yesterday
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.11.24.23:09:47@130BklynNYC
Gulnara Khamatova
She jazzed her way to my couch
With Wham! She certainly is no grouch
From Moscow she jetted across the ocean
Her photography catches the musician’s emotion
While mending my internal scar
She consulted my heart from near and far
Continental leaping beyond yesterday’s tide
In my closet her tall shoes do reside
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.04.16.23:42:39@130BklynNYC
The Greatest Crime Of All Time
You had no arsenal of weapons
You had no formal training in the art of war
You had no battle plan
You had no battalion
You had no armed forces
You had no strategic maneuvers
You had no undercover intelligence
You had no fleet of ships
You had no armored tanks
You had no air force
You had no maps of the terrain
You had no ground troops
You had no team of special agents
You had no advanced technological secrets
Yet the greatest crime of all time
Was committed by you
The greatest crime of all time
Was the day you stole my heart
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.23.12:11:48@130BklynNYC
Gasoline
It struck me
As I was leaning against the gas station wall
We're on this road
Traveling together
But I had no idea
Where our destination was
I did not wonder
I wasn’t worried about directions
I wasn’t concerned about routes or boulevards
I wasn’t looking at the compass
And I wasn’t noticing where the shadows fell
We filled the car with gas
We cleaned the windshield free of dirt and bugs
We filled our snack bag with Twinkies and coke and chewing gum
And we admired the low gas prices at this small town gasoline station
The air here is crisp, as if a rainstorm just passed.
I can see rainbow swirls of gasoline in recently birthed puddles
The fresh scent of the pine trees behind the gasoline station infiltrates my nostrils
And you call to me, signaling that you are ready to go, ready to depart, ready to move on
So I leave my leaning position against the gas station wall
Leaving a slick muddy footprint from New York
With keys in my hand I walk towards you
And I asked, “Do you have your keys?”
With your answer,
It struck me,
We’re on this road
Traveling together
But I had no idea
Where our destination was
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.08.20.14:54:44@550MadisonNYC
Gladiator
Nameless creature of the earth
She is a Goddess presented before me
More than a decade of existence is one of many barriers
Not to mention the vertical erectness of limited time
Summer is upon us and soon the wind will carry her away
Again, I am not sure
The golden light has shined on her feet
Engulfing her steps from each point of departure and arrival
Where she walks, flowers bloom
Where she gazes, animals are born
She is a Goddess without name
Her eyes are poisonous to the glare
Testosterone fueled men drop to their knees in her wake
Mother earth is jealous of her beauty
Her passion makes the sun and moon dance with envy
It is certain, it has been said, and it shall remain as so
As the man I am, the man I once was,
As the man I have become, and the man who I will be,
I am not allowed to know her name
For she, the Goddess in golden light
Is a nameless beauty forever out of reach
© 2010 David Greg Harth
10.06.10.12:16:07@550MadisonNYC
The Great Fall
Speeds unknown
No passenger stops
Drop off points
Never refueling
Passing torch
Growing up
Burning ideas
Exhausting breath
Forward thinking
Throttle pushed
Helpful hints
War treaties
Kissing ahead
Making secure
Holding tight
Aging fast
No turning back
Rewriting books
No rewinding history
Only falling fast
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.07.08.05:02:00@DakarFlt203NYC
Guides, Rules, Lessons, Book
The crowd raises their voice
Yell through the streets
Bring him to the town center
String him up on the highest pole
Let him hang with rope around his neck
Allow the blood to fall and be soaked up by the dirt
Strung him up
Bound, tied, gagged
He lies
He lies
Upon that highest pole
He bleeds
He bleeds
The crowd raises their pewter cups
And drink the sorrow from the sand
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.16.15:29:39@599NYC
Guns & Coleslaw
I’m African,
I’ve got a Black fella’s cock.
And I’m just a little white cracker.
Salt my open wound,
Let my stick take a dip in your hot flesh.
Burning sensations won’t yield my thrust.
And now I’ve got a gun up my ass,
Pass me the biscuits, beans,
I’ll give you a hot load of gravy.
I’m shot,
Hung.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.09.06.15:18:13@599BwayNYC
Good Morning, Blue
Time to rise
Time to wake
Fall out of your sheets
Eat some jelly and toast
Start thinking of your morning excuse
Plan on the time you’ll call me
Your day after call on the phone
Time to rinse
Time to make
Crawl out from under the truth
Let it be slippery – slide through your fingers
Mud wet wed
Turn the dim lights on
And I wonder these days,
Why don’t you recognize me anymore?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.01.27.15:24:00@205HudsonNYC
Going Down (Version #2)
It is where I would like to be most.
You are my leopard; you are my host.
Tonight, my tongue is a serpent.
My touch upon your lips will be potent.
Let me gaze upon your passage way.
Welcome to the kingdom of foreplay.
As I taste your inner beauty.
Inside I explore deeply.
Our tryst has just begun,
It’s where I nuzzle upon your sacred garden.
I will lick voraciously forever.
I’ll move in even closer.
With my tongue I orchestrate a symphony.
I first start out so very gently.
Then with a strong powerful thrust.
I taste, I must.
You are my Aphrodite in essence.
I swallow your innocence.
Summer moon in the mist.
Gyrating in and out, just kissed.
Humming birds have nothing on me.
My speed is fiery.
I gather your moist lips with my tongue.
Your orgasmic chorus has been sung.
The clock strikes midnight.
A torrid affair we unite.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.12.10.23:21:56@296NYC
Going Down
It is where I would like to be most.
Right between your legs,
You are my leopard; you are my host.
Let me gaze upon your passage way.
Right between your legs,
Welcome to the kingdom of foreplay.
Our tryst has just begun,
Right between your legs,
It’s where I nuzzle upon your sacred garden.
As I taste your inner beauty.
Right between your legs,
Inside I explore deeply.
Tonight, my tongue is a serpent.
Right between your legs,
My touch upon your lips will be potent.
With my tongue I orchestrate a symphony.
Right between your legs,
I first start out so very gently.
Then with a strong powerful thrust.
Right between your legs,
I taste, I must.
I will lick voraciously forever.
Right between your legs,
I’ll move in even closer.
You are my Aphrodite in essence.
Right between your legs,
I swallow your innocence.
Summer moon in the mist.
Right between your legs,
Gyrating in and out, just kissed.
Humming birds have nothing on me.
Right between your legs,
My speed is fiery.
I gather your moist lips with my tongue.
Right between your legs,
Your orgasmic chorus has been sung.
The clock strikes midnight.
Right between your legs,
A torrid affair we unite.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.07.29.03:33:19@296NYC
Godzilla short changed me at the dairy counter, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Bing, Zing.
Ding, Bling, Gold Ring.
Swollen. Holy. Shitty. Fiery.
Fat. Cow. Chance. Hat. Bat.
Smack. Smunk. Punk. Skunk.
Lizard. Gizzard. Hillary Dillary.
Muff. Puff. Huff. Snuff.
Shush. Hush. Dart. Tart.
Except. Regret. Be. Sea.
Knowledge. Beaten. Heaten. Eaten.
Look. Right. Look. Left.
Round. In. Out. About. Shout.
Wash. Rinse. Cycle. Yell. Smell. Fell. Hell.
Hidden. Digging. Skulling. Hulling.
Bully. Pulley. Pussy. Goofy.
Razor. Bulldozer. Holzer.
Switzerland. London. Bangkok.
Red Light. Die Tonight. Great Fright. Small Might.
Wear it tight. Wear it close. Wear it near. Wear it far.
I’m in white. Better not win. Got nothing to lose. Got nothing to gain.
I’m afraid. Short changed counter. Platform shoes. Cancer’s disease. Man at his knees.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.12.09.01:31:27@296NYC
Grapefruit
I haven’t heard from you Grapefruit.
Where did you go?
I knew someone that fell in love with Grapefruit.
He was one of my very good friends.
Came home one day, found you sleeping in his bed.
Came home one day, found you left of the right.
Dear Grapefruit.
I miss you and I have yet to blink an eye.
The clock has yet to strike twelve.
It is a brave new world.
I’m off before you know it.
Give me a last goodbye, a last goodbye.
Grapefruit.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.05.25.24:42:52@296NYC
Gravity
You’re pulling me nearby,
I can’t let go.
I recognize how much I love,
But I cannot face the truth.
You’re overwhelming,
I must bow out.
I see how much you love me,
But I can’t be here for you.
You’re not letting me be myself,
By depersonalizing me.
I hear your voice calling my name,
But I refuse to hear the words you speak.
You’re not loving me,
Smothering me with your heart.
I hear the door lock,
The key falling to the floor.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.08.16.17:38:07@296NYC
Gold, Silver, Ruby, Shrubby, Bush, Powder, Sluts, Whores, and Me
Been there,
Did her.
Did that,
Did her.
Did her, did she, didn’t do her, did that, did this, around back, around front
did it, did it again
did do, do that, did the deed, planted my seed
forget that forgot that holiday inserted
advertise with me
lighted buildings
take me in your arms
make a stain on my bed
took out - out back
took your bottom, made a smack!
push pull - pull push
plump pimp stump smash sunk punk funk dunk
you’re in luck,
I’m ready to fuck
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.28.17:01:07@1515NYC