Agnes, From Poland
She was an angel from heaven.
God sent her down to this earth.
She made beautiful paintings.
Blind from birth with amazing green eyes.
Eyes I could stare into and get lost in.
Forever in Poland she stayed.
Forever in my heart she became.
Agnes, I’ll miss you.
Your green eyes adore you.
Let my blue eyes see you once more.
Let me love you from now on.
Agnes, I’ll miss you.
I’ve blinked so many times.
But you have not left.
The porcelain is clean.
The canvas is stretched.
The paint is applied.
Your green eyes can no longer hide.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.12.21.02:06:57@296NYC
Afraid Again
Afraid to ask
Ask the waiter
What time is it?
Need to know the time
Will I be late?
One more round
Another time
Again in a knot
Again
It's happening again
My head
My head again
Uptown trains
Floor past eleven
Need to know the time
I am almost late
Better not be late
Don't want to be late
White in my back
Heated seat
One more wait
What time is it?
Afraid again
It's happening once more
I'll break through
Get out of this sleep
One more time
Ask the waiter
What time is it?
Again I'm here
Alone again
Afraid not
Wipe up the sweat
And carry the Lord
What time is it?
Again I ask
Check already
The time is now
Afraid Again
© 2004 David Greg Harth
2004.11.18.20:39:00@89ST3RDAVENYC
At age
At age 10 I was hairy.
At age 11 I was a hairy monster.
At age 12 I was dirty.
At age 13 I was a dirty pornographer.
At age 14 I was defeated.
At age 15 I was defeated with commitment.
At age 16 I was a dancer.
At age 17 I was a dancer influenced by Christ.
At age 18 I was drinking.
At age 19 I was drinking alone at the corner pub.
At age 20 I was very ill.
At age 21 I was very ill on my death bed dying mysteriously.
At age 22 I was sent away to a hospital for the strange with padded walls.
At age 23 I was sent away to a hospital while my teeth fell out of my mouth and on to the floor.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.26.15:57:23@205HudsonNYC
04.10.07.02:58:04@296NYC
Almost A September 11th Day
Today is so beautiful out.
It’s almost a September 11th day,
but the sky is not blue enough.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.08.23.11:58:00@MahwahNJ07430
Angel Reflection
I walked along prince street today
I passed by all the store windows
As I walked on by
I looked at the windows
I thought I saw a reflection
Following me, close behind me
I looked really closely
It was an angel with wings
A beauty in white
Following right behind me
It was you
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.15.02:41:46@296NYC
Alive
I am so alive.
Alive right now.
Because of you.
You’ve saved me.
Falling stars drop in my backyard.
In my midnight dream.
I am so alive.
Because I know you’ll be back.
You won’t ever disappear.
Existing in my heart forever.
Thank you for saving me.
Making me beat one more time.
I am so alive.
You make me feel so alive.
Real and happy and never with shallow dreams.
Today I am alive.
I’m not going anywhere.
Just chasing my dreams around here.
I am so alive.
I’ve never felt this way.
Thank you for your love.
I’ll see you in my mind.
When you save me once more.
I am so alive.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.26.21:08:03@296NYC
Another Time, Another Place
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
If we had met,
in a different world
at a different time.
If we had met,
earlier or later,
under different conditions,
who knows?
If the others would have been as noble as I was,
If the others would have returned and honored as I would,
If the others would have shared with you instead of being selfish,
If the others would have embraced you instead of discard you.
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
Perhaps she will call again,
perhaps not.
Perhaps she will write me,
Perhaps not.
Another Time, Another Place,
She’s not here by my side,
no kissing
no conversation
no cuddling
no dinner
no dancing
no smiles
Another Time, Another Place,
I wish it were another time,
I wish it was a different place.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.20:46:45@296NYC
Again
It’s happened once again.
Woke up this morning.
Wasn’t me today.
Someone else, beyond that mirror.
Stared at myself.
Looked deeply into my blue eyes.
Hypnotized by the various shades and hues of blues cascading out of my pupil.
Bursting like a miniature universe of loss and uncertainty.
Followed the pattern my eyebrows made over them.
Noticed how they guarded my crucial art eye from the outskirts of the public eye.
Looked at every pore of my skin, on my nose cheeks and chin.
Followed the lines of my lips; the top one thinner than the bottom.
Looked carefully at my facial hair.
The reds, the deep browns, the blacks.
I stood in front of the mirror staring.
Not knowing how long it would last.
When I would wake up, once again, me, instead of him.
Hurt. No. But I apologize, I must go sleep.
I’ll be back tomorrow, perhaps.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.08.24.23:57:18@296NYC
Art Slave
I’m pulled around, fucked with
I’m not driven around in black cars
I’m not escorted by the runway models
I’m not high enough or in demand
I’m not shoved from occupation to occupation
I’m not understood, I don’t look to be understood
I’m not accepted, I’m not supported
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.30.24:44:00@296NYC
Armpit Love
moldy
armpits
are
not
worth
tasting
today
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.05.15:57:55@1515NYC
Amusement Ride
Is this some kind of fuckin amusement ride?
Are we here for fuckin entertainment?
I’ve written about this before,
and I feel like I must write again,
because it bothers me so incredibly much.
Why can’t people walk down the down escalator?
Why do they feel compelled to stand still and ride down the down escalator?
Are they really that fuckin lazy?
Do they really have to block me?
I don’t understand.
Before escalators there were stairs, and they had to walk.
Now they are too fuckin lazy to fuckin walk one flight of stairs?
It’s not a fuckin theme park!
There are no fuckin tropical birds to look at or corn fields to admire.
It’s a fuckin god damn escalator!
Fuckin walk down the fuckin thing!
This is driving me nuts!
Something has to be done about this!
Someone must stop the insanity!
Jesus!
I think I’m going to start pushing people down the escalator
then eventually just rid them from this planet.
Fuckin murder these stupid fuckers who can’t fuckin walk down the fuckin god damn fuckin down escalator!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.02.11:32:49@1515NYC
Addiction
I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to a nameless woman.
A woman with no name.
I’m addicted.
An addict to her passion, her desire, her lust.
Her sensual curves. her bed pleasures.
Her sweaty sex and stimulated clitoris.
I’m incredibly addicted to her.
Ignited from within.
I burn, burn, burn.
I’m addicted.
I admit.
I’m addicted to a love slave.
I’m in love,
I’ll tell you once, and sell you the idea later.
Since you’ve been gone.
I’m back on my feet.
Never left, this state of grace.
Holy ground didn’t escape from beneath my feet.
I’m still close as ever, addicted.
Because I still lick my lips, as I look for you.
I’m addicted.
I’m addicted to a nameless woman.
A woman with no name.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.05.17:42:00@1515NYC
Answer
I phoned you, but you didn’t answer.
You didn’t even bother to answer the phone.
I phoned you every hour on the hour,
yesterday.
You didn’t pick up
You just let it ring, ring, ring.
I must have awakened your neighbors
I must have made your sink overflow
I must have made the faucet,
go
drip,
drip,
drip.
The phone went
ring,
ring,
ring
I went to bed
I overslept
Put the pillow over my head
And got a bit wet
She’s getting married today
But you wouldn’t know
You don’t even care
You don’t give a shit
A rat’s ass
A New York City tail!
I phoned you yesterday
Over and over again
But you didn’t pick up
And you did not answer
You didn’t leave house
And you did not palm your thoughts
I phoned you all day
you went to shop
I went to stone
you went to flower
And I got nothing for the hol-iday
You came knocking at my door
tap,
tap,
tap
Nothing there
Nobody home
Went fishing
Gone fishing
Out to lunch
Be back in five
You came knocking at my door
Thought I was not alone
But you only found a silly throne
A stupid piece of leftover
A fish of surprise
No one else, just a jar of fat
A jar of fat
I won’t go back today
I didn’t come here to go back
Don’t take me back to the countryside
I won’t go back to the westside
The phone rang
High pitched scream
You don’t know what I mean?
But you just swallow and pretend
I phoned you
All day yesterday
You didn’t have the guts
You didn’t even have the balls
You just let it go -
ring,
ring,
ring
Nobody home ....
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.11.21.02:47:19@296NYC
Avenue
I’ve walked that Avenue before
I’ve been there before
That same roadside
I’ve seen the same faces
I’ve felt the same pain
The moon is still the same
The sun rises every day
But I feel like walking
Walking next to Michael and Kurt
Walking next to Jean Michel and Sid
Walking next to Freddie and David
This Avenue isn’t the same anymore
No more happiness here
No more ghosts to hold onto
No more
This Avenue isn’t true anymore
The color doesn’t shine here
The people don’t gather and talk
The friends don’t phone or gasp
This Avenue is different
I’ve walked this Avenue before
Along empty beaches
Along empty sidewalks
Along American gasoline stations
Along London’s soho
The Avenue is blank
I can’t see it
It’s not even here
The Avenue is dark
No one to help
No one to aid
No one to look up too
No one to feed on
I tried to tell you something
But you wouldn’t listen
You wouldn’t even listen
You refused
You blocked me out
Your “All Ears” weren’t there
You were gone
You were far away
You were beyond the Avenue
The Avenue is gone
It lasted so long
But now it’s a dead end
A dead walk
A walk of death
I’m walking alone
On the Avenue
Maybe you’ll walk next to me
Or maybe I’ll walk alone
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.02.02:44:33 @ 296 NYC
Animal
I am. I’ll eat the living, the healthy, and the rich.
Even little children, the poor and the starving.
I eat through walls and through cities and the ground
I eat the smell of death and smell of courage
I eat the mothers and the little babies that make them want to live
Even the smallest bug and largest mammal
I eat it all
Because I am an animal!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.14.10:41:33 @ 1515 NYC
Arlington, Va., July 10
Arrest made in Arlington shooting
Arlington, Va., July 10 - Arlington County police tell Me
they have a suspect in custody for the murder of a woman in the
popular groundbreaking neighborhood. They say that the suspect and
victim knew each other. Possibly a mother-child combo or happy meal.
POLICE SAY THE
shooting happened in the
2800 block of South
SicknoMore Street. Witnesses
say they heard several shots
fired at a Toyota Camry this
morning. They say the car
then rolled back down
SicknoMore Street, through
some woods and into a fence
and retaining wall at a town
house complex.
Arlington police
spokeswoman Kimberly Roberson says they’re looking for a man believed to
have gotten away in a two door speedster, either red or orange colored.
Roberson says they’re still trying to positively identify the woman, but
say she’s 50 and from Nowhere.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.07.10.22:10:43@296NYC
00.07.13.01:12:10@296NYC
Ache
Falling asleep
On my white sheets and feather pillows
My head in ache
I feel the warm trickle
First from my ears
On to my pillow
My ears bleeding
The red staining the white sheets
And tracing the curves of my ear
Then from my nose
The blood traveled down my lips
Hitting the sheets
I bled from the holes in my wrists
And the holes in my ankles
Like my soul bleeding
The red rivers flowing
Feeling like I’m no longer the significant person I used to be
Losing my soul, my thoughts
Seeing the flash before me
The images of all those brothers and sisters that I loved
The blood flowing from the holes
My wrists, my ankles, my ears, my nose
My eyes blue as the sky and ocean
My body getting cold, pale, rottenly forgotten
I’m no longer significant
I’m just a shadow caster now
On mountain tops
I’ll be reunion warmth
I’m no longer significant
I’m bleeding now
I’m nothing
I’m your love
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.20.09:14:13@296NYC