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
The Romance In Suicide (Version #2)
Something must be said
About the wonderful calm feeling you must have
About the sensation you feel deep within
About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface
Something must be said
About the comfort you feel
About the off switch finally shut one last time
About the plug being pulled forever
Something must be said
About the last poetic moment of life
About the last breath taken
About the last word whispered
Something must be said
About the last sight witnessed
About the last salty tear tasted
About the last scent carried through
Something must be said
About the last reflection seen
About the last contemplated decision
About the last recalled memory
Something must be said
Nothing said; Nothing done
Something done; Nothing said
Something must be said
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.05.24:17:04@130BklynNYC
The Romance In Suicide
Something must be said
About the wonderful calm feeling you must have
About the sensation you feel deep within
About the goose bumps that engulf your body’s surface
Something must be said
About the comfort you feel
About the off switch finally shut one last time
About the plug being pulled forever
Something must be said
About the last poetic moment of life
About the last breath taken
About the last word whispered
Something must be said
About the last sight witnessed
About the last salty tear tasted
About the last scent carried through
Something must be said
About the last reflection seen
About the last contemplated decision
About the last recalled memory
Something must be said
Before you twist the rope around your neck
Before you dive into the cold waters of the bay
Before you pull the revolver’s trigger
Something must be said
Nothing said; Nothing done
Something done; Nothing said
Something must be said
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.05.24:14:33@130BklynNYC
The Reason I Cry
I cry because of my long wait
My amazement
I am witness
I am history
Never in my life
Have I seen such a dedication
A choice
A divide
No wait is too painful
No wait has been so memorable
A small sacrifice
For a worldly change
Warm weather awaits your decision
Your right
Your duty
I cry because
We turned out
We unite
We vote
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.11.04.11:07:00@PS92BrooklynNYC - Election Day USA
Remember As He Did
I’ll ask you all once
And only once
Remember the first moment
And put the last moment
Far away
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.02.07.13:01:33@599NYC
Removing
I breathed heavily
And she went to heaven
I saw blacks and whites
Or, you might even say
Blacks and Crackers
Mingling at the back of the bus
Smoking junk
Hitting up junk
Consuming junk
They performed
Exorcisms and ballets
Carefully calculated choreographies
Like moths traveling around a flame
Like bees bringing pollen back to make honey
Sticky
And sweet
The bear in the book
Brings back memories untold
So, this is my story
And my story is wed
Controlled
Cemented
Catapulted
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.04.28.09:20:54@296NYC
Rosa Parks
Oh dear dear Rosa,
Break these chains
And break free from those that bound you.
Oh dear dear Rosa,
Break free from yourself
Become the great Rosa you are
Leave Detroit behind you
Oh dear dear Rosa,
Become my angel
Free like the white dove you are
Get to the front of the bus
Kiss me so sweet
Oh dear dear Rosa,
See the reflection in the glass
Be who you are and sing out loud
Put shyness to the wind
And quit hiding beneath the table,
Get on the bus
Oh dear dear Rosa,
Break free from the chains
Put your blindness aside
Let the hurricane gust
Blow through your hair
Oh dear dear Rosa,
Discovery of choice is but yours
Detroit is dead
You are mine
And I am yours.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.12.20.15:10:26@205HudsonNYC
Running Without You
I’m running through these fields of golden wheat
Following the path of my fire so sweet
Past the cottonwoods and the music of meadowlarks
My heart speaks to me and tells me to follow the sparks
Insides ache with emptiness, we grieve
Together, our stories have only begun to weave
I’m running past the descent of the sun
There is only you, the destination of my run
Depart your harbor and hoist up the sail
I’ll run around this earth and send you air mail
Catch the winds that lead you to my heart
It’s impossible for our love to depart
I’m running beneath the sea
Searching for the perfect place for you and me
Our threads of passion have intertwined
No longer is our love hidden and blind
Let your dreams incubate with mine
Love like this is only once, so divine
I’m running towards you with my key
Unlock yourself before our December jubilee
My tumbled scar is healed, removed the suture
Repair my heart, so let us share our future
Our balcony on the Mediterranean will wait
Accompany me into love’s gate
I’m running without you today
I know once you are in, long you will stay
Giving up is not an option for the two
The life we live is not quite through
Bid farewell to that port
It is I who will be your aisle escort
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.06.22:37:36@296NYC