Robert
Black cat up a tree
Meowing in the dead of night
Feeling out of sight
Black cat up a tree
Shadows making such a fright
My very personal knight
Black cat up a tree
Nibble the ear a little bite
At first morning light
Black cat up a tree
Knowing my emotions you’re so bright
Never willing to put up a fight
Black cat up a tree
In my arms so tight
Everything’s gonna be alright
Black cat up a tree
You are right
You are not white
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.05.20.17.21.30@345NYC
Road to Nowhere
Tired of my feet leading me this way
Tired of turning the wheel
Haven’t succeeded
Haven’t done anything lately
Haven’t accomplished anything
Haven’t followed my dream
So tired of this
Road to nowhere
–
Tired of wrong paths taken
Tired of wrong choices made
Haven’t inspired myself
Haven’t achieved my goals
Haven’t looked to the future
Haven’t learned from the past
So tired of this
Road to nowhere
–
Tired of hiding from the truth
Tired of living a false livelihood
Haven’t created in a long time
Haven’t revealed my biggest secret
Haven’t released my inner child
Haven’t aced my own test
So tired of this
Road to nowhere
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.05.11.14.53.00@345NYC
Redemption
I’m just a man on a mission
A man cloaked in black
With a bible under my arm
Preaching to those that would listen
About my harm and about my reason
About my charm and about my treason
–
Dancing with Lucifer
Holding hands
Stepping across the stone floor
A lyre whispers in the distance
Wearing a torn bride’s dress
Spotted red above the knees
See my hands
Please my eyes
Wine in my beard
Heart crucified to the wooden ark
Blood dripping down to the bimah
Slithering snakes tease to please
Love me
Don’t just unjust me
Scanning the congregation for hope
Eyes meeting your eyes
In this uncontrolled territory
Sea of Kineret excursion
My feet flirt with the benthos
Head south for the pillar
To wash my wounds with salt
Could not sink my toes into the Dead Sea
Infidels biting Eden’s forbidden fruit
Fighting over lands that do not forgive
For unkept promises
Casting out my shadow
My forever plea
It is something so ordinary
That I cannot see
For I am a man
A man on a mission
–
I’m just a man on a mission
A man cloaked in black
With a bible under my arm
Preaching to those that would listen
About my harm and about my reason
About my charm and about my treason
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.05.07.13.40.08@345NYC
Returning Silence
I did not ask for this silence
I’d like to return this silence
-
I’d like to hear her voice once more
And hear her giggle filled laughter
I’d like to hold her hand
And cradle her head in my lap
I’d like to wipe tears away from her cheek
And help her chase her dreams
-
I’d like to return this silence
I did not ask for this silence
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.29.11.56.01@345NYC
Reaching For You
When I’m stuck
In the dreary dirt below
In the void that echoes
In the deepest pit of mud
In the coldest cave
In the darkest abyss
In the vast nothingness
In the somber storm
In the deafening silence
In the dismal darkness
In the dreadful loneliness
In the melancholy of heartache
It is your hand I reach for
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.20.14.56.53@345NYC
Replacement
Together for a handful of years
Held hands on Brooklyn streets
Your winter nose was cold
From head to little toes
In the dark theatre
At the art museum
The sculpture park
Concert hall
And the philharmonic
We took in high culture
Subways
Taxi cabs home late at night
That special day with a limousine
Holidays
Greeting in the new year
Home cooked deliciousness
Together
We’d share our death dreams
You shared your desire to take the bridge leap
Traced your contours with my tongue
Walked my fingers down
Abundance of love
A surplus
Too much given
Reflecting, not received
Not enough for you
Tall, rich, fit
Not a man of violins
I never knew
I could be so easily replaced
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.05.20.25.00@NYC
The River Fails Me
I took the long walk around the Hudson River
From the bay to the beginnings
It took all my life
And my life out of me
From me
I saw the train coming at full speed
I saw the George Washington bridge
I saw the paralyzed drivers
Not know what to do
To drive around the flashing lights
Or to stop and stare
I sung in unison
With all the stadium fans
I packed like a rat
And had an eighteen-wheeler wheel off all my possessions to Brooklyn on a hot summer day
As darkness set in
And the moon enveloped the sun
I heard the whistle of love
The whistle of love
The whistle of a train barreling down on me
Couldn’t get up in time
Couldn’t get out of bed
Slept in and out of a coma
Wish I just had a comma
Or semi colon
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.01.27.16.36.10@345ParkNYC
Rusty Nails
Rusty nails
These rusty nails
Rusty nails in my feet
Between my toes
Rusty to the heads and tails
Rusty nails in the palm of my hands
Rusty nails in my heels
Rusty nails up my nostrils
Rusty in my forehead
Rusty in my bones
Rusty to rest
And resting to rust
And old
And rust
To dust
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.12.17.10.55.39@345ParkNYC
Returned The Moon
I broke a wishbone
I threw a penny in the well
I wished upon a shooting star
I kept a rabbit’s foot in my pocket
I cherished the ladybug on my arm
I saved a four-leaf-clover in my wallet
I have a horseshoe above my entrance
I followed the color to the end of the rainbow
I lit up the sky
I counted the clouds
I wrote dozens of poems for you
I made a choice at the fork in the road
I named names
I asked for a refund
And I returned the moon
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.12.05.21.02.46@130BKLYNNYC
Ring
Church bells would ring
In morning with intentional mourning
A sapphire and diamond ring
Circled her cold dead finger now blue
Best friends would ring
Offering heartfelt condolences
Short breathed and beaten in the ring
Bringing home gold after gold
A furious fire made a ring
Around a sacrificial lamb
Her dreams of a planet’s ice ring
Eclipsed even an asteroid’s belt
The last month lets us ring
Yet another unwelcome year
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.12.05.05.34.00@130BklynNYC
Ross’ Roth IRA
My name is Ross.
My appointment was at 9:00am
I got to my financial advisor’s office at 8:45am
I always like to be early
And you never know if the subways are running late or not
At 9:00am
My financial advisor invited me inside their office
I sat across from my financial advisor
A big mahogany desk created a boundary between us
A computer screen helped with the divide
It was obvious a financial division also existed between us
I placed all my paperwork on the desk
Spreadsheets, totals, investments, and statements
My financial advisor advised me on my finances
I signed some papers, initialed some paragraphs
At 9:30am
My financial advisor courteously ended the meeting naturally
And escorted me out of the room
We said our goodbyes
I thanked my financial advisor with much gratitude
And as I did
My financial advisor leaned into me
Grabbed my cock
And whispered in my ear
And I told my financial advisor,
“But I’m not Ross, my name is Kimberly”
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.11.18.09.54.00@345ParkNYC
Restless Heart
I’ve told you many times about how you’ve saved my life
A life full of
disease and corruption
A life full of
lies and obliteration
A life full of
deceit and recklessness
A life full of
aggression and cowardliness
A life full of
laziness and selfishness
A life full of
anger and manipulation
A life full of
destruction and misery
A life full of
greed and gluttony
A life full of
jealousy and impulsivity
A life full of
foolishness and irresponsibility
A life full of
depression and cannibalism
A life full of
envy and disgust
A life full of
torture and necrophilia
A life full of
falsehoods and homicide
A life full
blindness and viruses
A life ending
in suicide
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.04.01.16.51.00@130BklynNYC
Return Return
Disco biscuit frisky
Lubed up by Crisco quite risky
Christ & Co.
Gays of San Francisco
Miso Soup
Round back loop
Penetrate bout eight
Night time how bout a date
Water walking Jesus
Conversations frees us
Swirling in the vortex
Straight out of my cerebral cortex
Catastrophe recipe
Kaleidoscopic ecstasy
Purring white kitty
Massive thundering seismicity
Office of the clergy
Abandon morals for the cosmic orgy
Sizzle chisel below
Crop top halo
Tongue taste Butterfinger
Tangerine linger
Monkey wallet swallow
Add one more follow
Quiz taking direction
Up and down erection
Masterful masturbator
Let me introduce you to my incubator
Shy for saying hello
Reprimanded such a blow
Cowboy on the line dance
Raising my hand for a chance
Orange soda pop
Deleted a file from my desktop
Shirt so silver of sliver
Sliding in and out of your red river
Jewel of a secret told
Teacher held me tight to scold
Boiled down to the great escape
Mind of mine up to date rape
Paid up to pray
Slide down the hole of prey
Back at store for a refund
Cashed out my slush fund
Popped a pimple
Slept deeply like Rip Van Winkle
Lover’s quarrel bathe and towel
Inside out disembowel
Gave a ten got change for a five
Under the tracks no more jive
Boardwalk kiss
Spectator crowd growled a hiss
Forceps grab my skin
Make a wish upon the naked jinn
Snap Crackle Pop
Hang up the clock – it’s time to stop
© 2025 David Greg Harth
25.02.24.17.07.41@130BklynNYC
Rape
It was a similar feeling
I imagine
To the peeling of roadkill off the pavement
Not fresh roadkill
Not even yesterday’s roadkill
But perhaps from a few days prior
Not that anyone would peel roadkill from the pavement
But I’m just trying to paint a picture in your head
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.12.20.20.03.00@BklynBridgeNYC
Revoked
No one to blame
Not a moment
Not a person
Battled the pain
Unbearable
Unhappiness
No caffeine
No alcohol
No day time fantasies
No time to keep track of
Salty tears
Floating upon the Dead Sea
Memories of Nazareth
Feet bleeding in pain
Knees fallen
Broken
Wishes of seppuku
Following footsteps
Gray & Blake
And all the coffees unknown
Anitra & Noah
And all the forgotten friends
No Ark I want to be in
Vomiting the poisonous
No neighbor
No pen to compose
Everyone thought
Would not leave
Would not write
Would not call
Eye; I see, I am
Epic tales
Of fallen heroes
No presidential moment
No van Gogh
I did not invent
Nor did I escape
All I did was
Was
So
Remember my name
Etched in history
Sunken ships
Reminiscence
Of consciousness
Uncomplicated
© 2024 David Greg Harth
24.10.03.11.14.00@130BkllynNYC
Repeat Silence
I.
I stepped off the westward train
At a station unknown
Walked north into my silent retreat
Among velvet dirt roads
Nothing in front of me
Everything behind me
This is what love does
When we were together
I begged you to open up to me
We fought
We loved
We were stuck in a pattern on repeat
Pattern on repeat
You left me
Yet your parents blamed me solely
My parents stateless
Children in wonderment
Was it I at fault?
Been blamed –
Take responsibility
The serpent visited your dreams before I arrived
Took you on the darkest passage
Nothing saved, nothing learned
II.
Mourning comes and goes
The echo of your voice never leaves
Let’s see where these dirt roads lead me
I’m walking to the arches you’ve always wanted to see
Nothing in front of me
Everything behind me
This is what love does
I once drowned in my sorrow
Judged no more
Bound by no one
My footprints unseen
III.
People sometime wonder why I don’t own a tuxedo
I find it hard to explain
Yet,
Your dress, and my tuxedo still hang together in the garment bag
We were to go away that weekend
Attend your best friend’s wedding
But we never made it – did we?
Pattern on repeat
An unforgivable leap
Nothing in front of me
Everything behind me
This is what love does
Oh, so deep
Pattern on repeat
© 2016 David Greg Harth
16.05.24.10:17:44@200VeseyNYC
Roberta Smith Puts Crumbs In Her Pocket
I get on the subway at Union Square
Riding North on the N train
I see Roberta just sitting there
She is sitting quite near
I’m standing right next to her red auburn hair
Not to be compared to a Vermeer
What do I say and what do I do?
She signed my bible but doesn’t know my name
Do I ask her for a review?
Do I ask her to take a photo booth portrait with me?
Or invite her out for a burger?
Maybe I should just make one plea
You see-
I’ve been on this crazy diet recently
I’ve been doing well, lost 25 pounds
No cookies, no muffins, no cupcakes, no brownies
Because I stopped making the sweet rounds
But you see
I see this famous art critic on the train
And all I really wanted to ask her for was a bite
If only my tongue could have just one grain
From where I was standing
It looked as if Roberta was enjoying
A Nature Valley 100% Natural Oats ‘n Dark Chocolate Crunchy Granola Bar
I didn’t ask for a nibble, for fear of being insanely annoying
After she devoured that granola bar
Crumbs descended upon her transparent yellow folder which contained a possible critique
She neatly wiped the crumbs into her cupped hand
And placed the crumbs in her pocket in one smooth streak
I respected Roberta before
But now even more
For she doesn’t leave her crumbs
On the subway floor!
© 2013 David Greg Harth
13.12.02.16:00:00@NTrainUnionSqToTimesSqNYC
Rebecca Brice
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
So many years
And more
Her hair was long
We were on the beach
Sand in our toes
We were just kids
With the gulf at our feet
Some friends in-between come and go
But she stayed
And I stayed
Now both above the
Mason-Dixon line
Both searching
For the love not yet discovered
It’s what makes us
Cry like the violins of the philharmonic
Not seen enough
But nestled deep within
And never forgotten
© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.29.12:12:03@130BklynNYC
Robot Whore
Robot Whore
Sucking on my thick cock
Always going back for more
Never beating the clock
Robot Whore
I command her to sit and stay
Her clothes I ripped and tore
Without hesitation she did obey
Robot Whore
Sink your throat down on me
Kneel and drop to the floor
Become my sin and my escapee
Robot Whore
Swallowing every last drop
Over and over, she is so sore
She gushes when she’s on top
Robot Whore
Bite marks covering her bare skins
Doing her sloppy to ignore
Big tits forming gigantic twins
Robot Whore
Sinking teeth into flesh
Conflicting emotions at war
Slap her face for being fresh
Robot Whore
She’s compliant and she begs
With rough fucking we hardcore
The slut has no eggs
Robot Whore
Fishnet stockings on her thighs
I fucked, I cursed, I swore
Bulging cock in disguise
Robot Whore
Making me shoot a creamy cum
When I explode, I let out a roar
Multiple convulsions with a hum
Robot Whore
Only a fat thick cock incredibly hard
Missing the she I so greatly adore
Memories of you, I now discard
© 2011 David Greg Harth
11.01.27.24:44:56@130BklynNYC
Reluctant Heart
I.
Bellowing deep below the earth’s crust
Carnivores and whores
Of all nations, creed and blood
They form in lines
So far as the fifth eye can see
Lining up, center straight
With teeth that scrape side’s post
They scratch, they etch
Leave their name, leave their mark
Private sales, one week at a time
Entering the common man’s lift
To be hidden in cloaks of emperor’s past
Institution’s possession
Difference only by technique and wealth
Each labeled in a jar on a shelf
II.
Be forth
Forbidden path, road unlike the former trinity
Passage of light now seen by known
On the length of moon’s night
A sparrow’s song silenced
Thorns removed from their keeper’s position
Even thy enemies venerate her
Revealing innocent vulnerability
All mend their exhausted time frames
Exchanged in torridness
Captured at dawn’s rise
Now fertile with unexpected seed
Embark on your odyssey
Take the howling winds ahead
Question nothing but the sea’s roar
III.
Voyage hesitant of momentum
Calming calls abandoned, echoed against walls
Secrets confessed in the widow’s room
Opening to the great abyss
Void now filled with pillars of salt
Stolen and still
Sinking to the bottom, the deep
Voiceless creatures howl
All is quiet, vacant and unheard
Uncertain of compass’ direction
Opposing outcome destined
Confined to one’s vault of desolation
Witness deceased aging with disease
Not a fatal thrust of a stone dagger can please
Enduring a grand death, brought to thy knees
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.08.01.14:15:09@130BklynNYC