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

Just Passing Through

I filled the prescriptions at the drug store

Picked them up the very next morning

Took the 7-day course

And now I’m on the daily course

And now I’m on the nightly course

Routine

So many prescriptions

Juggle them in this medical jungle

That I have become so familiar with

Getting old and dying is so complicated

This is wrong

That is wrong

This is falling apart

Because of this, this is also falling apart

So, prescribe another medication

Swallow the pills

One after the other

To extend this life

One passes the other

Pass the other

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.27.16.01.46@345ParkNYC

Jumping Rocks

Pebbles

Grey ones

Blue ones

Black ones

Ruby Red

Chilmark Pond

Miami Beach

Commencement Bay

Cliffs of Moher

Dead Sea

Salt

Ebony spheres

Egg whites

Gold tones

Twigs

Driftwood

Sand between your toes

Skipping stones

Setting sun

;

Inverse the sky

Rain clouds envelope the memories

Closed my aging eyes

To never feel the pain again

To never wake up again

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.11.30.17.35.01@130BklynNYC

JuJu JoJo

Everything is so great!

I am charmed by my amazing fate!

Everything is so gooooood!

So much better than my childhood!

Nothing could be better!

Not even a winning Publishing Clearing House letter!

There’s only good news!

There’s no time for evening blues!

From every direction everything is just fine!

This amazing life is totally mine!

I’m in an awesome relationship!

She has my heart in a tight grip!

I have a dream occupation!

I live in the greatest nation!

I’m healthy as can be!

Every day so much glee!

All this JuJu

Up and Up

JuJu JoJo!

JuJu JoJo!

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.03.21.13.04.00@130BklynNYC

Just Like That

And just like that

The loaf of bread is gone!

No more crumbs

No more bread

No more for you

No more for me

Just like that!

© 2022 David Greg Harth

22.09.08.15:15:55@130NYC

Judgement

You’ve all become witnesses

Hear me now and hear me clear

Time has come and time is near

All before me now have come to this ritual moment

When time collides with existence

Mind leaves inclination at a distance

This space between becomes unnatural

Filled with fire and rage

Motionless and trapped in a cage

You wanted truth and honesty

From the deepest crux, I gave you all

My ship has departed, carried on this mammoth squall

As the ocean always does

Put up your walls and keep your locks

I shall voyage until I find new docks

Embers always glowing

A tortured soul brings awareness

Covering the innocent from bareness

Wait for the arbitrator and wait for the guardian

I pull off my cloak and lie down upon these rails

The purest heart now sails

Judge me now

For no matter my shortcoming

I’m dissolving into nothing

Dismissed into eternity

Ideal time to be fleeing

Terminated from being

Until we meet again

My limbs disconnected

Until I’m resurrected

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.04.04.03:39:07@323BklynNYC

Joleen Grussing

She was the Lord’s answer to a pillar of salt

She was salted before me on Jerry’s wall

Socially we don’t know, electronically begun

One day we finally broke bread

Before the African kingdom

With introductions to strangers

And participants of the Lord’s book

I sent an invitation

Once, twice

She asked “How much?”

I couldn’t come up with a good answer

Even in her castle unseen

I wonder if she’ll take me for a ride

On her triumphant

Triumph

To our church

At least once more

With plastic lips

From West to East

She knows every he and she

And now knows me

Electronically, begun

Physically, started

See you again,

See you again

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.09.29.13:27:30@130BklynNYC

Jorge Castano

He lit up my journey

And gave me spicy chocolate

He offered me a bite

And invited me to join him after a long flight

He made the hours go by fast

And reminded me of my approaching past

He collected my art

And was at the beginning of the start

He was about 35,000 feet

And he never did mistreat

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.07.08.11:41:59@130BklynNYC

Jamaica Liberation Movement (JLM)

You don’t need much;

A good job, a roof over your head, some food.

Is that Jesus I see at the subway door?

Or is that Che? Or Daniel from yesterday?

I’m joining the Jamaica Liberation Movement

It’s something you should know about

As I begin to rid myself of these possessions

No longer needed and no longer necessary

I’m disposing of all the ones not in use

No sense to have them with me

Even the Volvo must go

It’s better I work for the district

And see the shows

From the Brighton Beach Q

From Afghanistan’s long ass haul

I’m joining the Jamaica Liberation Movement

And I’m not coming home

I’ll be gone forever

Even with broken glass knocking at my door

My back turned, I won’t turn into Middle East seasoning

You don’t have to trust me, take my word, or make any promises

A good listener always finds the faults

Who is to blame? Who takes responsibility?

With no one answering these questions, they exist unanswered

I’ve joined the Jamaica Liberation Movement. The JLM.

From Valeria of Panama to Cuba’s hope.

From the injustice of my Brooklyn streets

To President Obama’s incompetence

My laughter is here now, my pain is here now

I’ve joined the JLM. I’m not coming back. I’m not coming home.

You don’t need much;

Just a good job, just a roof over your head, just some food.

© 2010 David Greg Harth

10.01.29.24:53:07@130BklynNYC

Just Like

I’ve lost you.

Everything you stood for.

I opened up my heart to you.

Completely, my door was open forever.

I was innocent. I was available. I was yours.

Wednesday.

You toppled my everything.

With a divine thrust of misguided trust.

You deceived me, placed a black widow down my throat.

You drenched me in gasoline, you lit me on fire.

I am poisoned from the inside.

You commanded.

My veins and arteries wrapped around you like unearthed roots.

Like a parasite you sucked me dry of anything I had left.

I could not hurt more.

My eyes cannot produce any more tears.

You killed my heart.

You killed my love.

It’s just like suicide.

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.10.16.20:39:36@130BKLYN

June

I can’t help but wonder

         What’s eating at you

         Gnawing at your insides

Has my heart opened to you

         Like no other woman before

         The eyes of a pond

Why won’t I be bound

         Committed to love

         It’s not what my heart can contemplate

Your brown sky

         Looking down upon me

         Trace your thigh with a blade of grass

Native tongues

         What we could share

         Is the quad of possibility

But I am one

         and one I shall remain.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.05.28.12:00:00@PortAuthorityBusTerminalNYC

Just Doing Rebecca

You can gaze,

You can take my portrait,

In Goldin’s light.

Bring me home to your waters,

We’ll throw tea overboard,

And make for the tunnel.

Shed your shoes,

Allow me to take you,

And maybe even Matthew will watch us.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.03.25.03:43:21@29NYC

January 22, 1974

I love you.

Every day I try to stitch up my heart.

But I cannot. It bleeds forever, for you.

There is nothing more I can do.

There is nothing more to say.

I love you.

I want to make a difference.

I want to make a change.

I want to turn back time.

I want to turn back your heart.

I love you.

Every day I think of how it could have been.

But all I have are lost reflections.

Patterns of your beauty

Retain their intensity on my mind daily.

I love you.

I want to make love to you.

I want to make you remember.

I want to invite you.

I want to hold you.

I love you.

I do not say these words often.

I do not say these words to anyone.

But for you, I say them.

For you, I love.

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.03.17.04:01:36@296NYC

Jaw Machine

Up and down

Inside and out

Twirl around

Show her what it’s about.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.07.25.20:08@ATRAINBRKLYN->NYC

Jesus, I’m In Love

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus, I’m off of my knees!

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus!

I’m done with the praying!

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus!

I’ve got honey suckle bees.

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus!

I’m no longer decaying.

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus, I’m off of my knees!

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus!

I’m not betraying.

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus!

I’ve got honey suckle bees.

Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus!

I’m proud in my saying.

Oh, Dear Jesus!

I’m in Love!

Jesus, I’m up off of my knees!

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.07.06.23:50:11@296NYC

Jobless, Homeless, Loveless, Loneliness and Despair, Hunger, Ache

I asked you for forgiveness,

you gave me shame.

I asked you for protection,

you gave me abandonment.

I asked you for bread,

you gave me not even a crumb.

I asked you for guidance,

you gave me shadow without light.

I asked you for love,

you gave me empty hope.

I asked you for healing,

you gave me illness.

I asked you for comfort

you gave me hell.

I asked you for safety,

you gave me processions of death.

I asked you for someone’s heart

you gave me nothing but grief.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.04.20.21:46:11@296NYC

Jordan

It’s beyond amazing.

Beyond beautiful.

Beyond wonderful.

Beyond all of the great words and terms and feelings,

I could describe using words from the dictionary.

The feeling is pure love.

Love like I have never felt.

Love that I have never experienced.

Love that I never knew existed.

When I sit Indian-Style,

you approach me with book in hand,

make your little grunt for me to read that book to you,

and you plop yourself in my lap.

Your back against mine.

You fit your tiny body on my lap.

Your little shirt,

  your little shorts,

  your little socks,

  your little shoes.

You carry the smell of baby with you.

Your curly hair and big baby green eyes.

You sit in my lap and listen to me read to you.

You are a genius, pointing to the fire engine, the horse and the kittens.

This overwhelming feeling.

I had to write about it.

It’s so hard to express.

So, beyond anything I could possibly write.

But that feeling of love.

That overwhelming feeling of when you’re in my lap.

Knowing I will protect you from ocean to ocean.

World to world, barrier to barrier, land to land.

Knowing that you are more precious than gold and diamonds.

It’s beyond amazing.

Beyond beautiful.

Beyond wonderful.

Again, that overwhelming feeling of when you’re in my lap.

You are the definition of love.

© 2003 David Greg Harth

03.08.12.04:13:32@296NYC

Johnny, Bring Me The Gun

Johnny,

I’m calling your name.

Come down the stairs,

Washing the damp walls.

Scurry about,

Collect the papers,

Find the holes

And patch them up.

Patch them up.

Johnny,

Come down the stairs.

Scale and climb,

Run your fingers against the wooden grain.

It’s time to go.

Time to go.

Feel your way down,

Pass the pigeon-blood red walls,

And step down the carpeted stairs.

I’m waiting for you here.

Come quickly,

No time to waste today.

Johnny,

Come as swiftly as you can.

I left the silk work upstairs.

Safe keeping is the best way to keep.

It’s raining, don’t keep me waiting too long.

We’re about to get wet, soaked,

I felt this before, leaking.

Inside, it’s time to run,

Past the deep ochre hallways.

We really must go.

Johnny,

Bring me the gun,

We’re not fooling anyone here.

Let’s hurry up and go.

It’s raining outside.

© 2003 David Greg Harth

03.08.06.05:17:53 @ 296 NYC

July 10th

Everyone has gone

They have left the green grassy hill

Seen the rain come down and wash away the dirt

Umbrellas retracted

Sunshine opening up behind the dark clouds

All have dispersed into their own daily events

De-constructed paintings lie on the fresh mound

No words spoken or exchanged previously

Only broken down tears

Everyone has gone

No one is coming back

Don’t dig me up, I’m gone forever

© 2002 David Greg Harth @ NYC

02.07.10.10:10:10@NYC

Julie & Meryl

Julie & Meryl

Are two lucky ladies

Two lesbian lovers

Loving in love

Julie & Meryl

Jam & Jelly

Cock-a-doodle doo

Laughter ruff ruff whooo!

Julie & Meryl

Smack my bottom

Meet you at the gallery

I’ll be gathery

Sigs from them and them

Julie & Meryl

Sitting in a carriage

Singing in a tree

Sweeping the cookies

Wish I was under her knee

Julie & Meryl

Silly girls at toe

Whose toe?

Tow my toe

I don’t like or tell

Tell a tale

I have no tail!

Julie & Meryl

Meet you at blue

See you at two

Right over here and there

Julie & Meryl

Are two friendly ladies

Met em years ago

And now I’ve written Poe, a tree.

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.05.01:36:30@296NYC