David Harth 2000-02-29 David Harth 2000-02-29

Eight Thousand Dollars

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

I would have a limo

And a flat with a fireplace

I would have fruit on board the jet

And laugh at the fare in the air

I would pay for you all to visit me

And phone you when I’m in a coma

I would have wooden floors

And birch trees on the walls

I would treat you like flower gold

And enjoy the sunshine year-round

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

I would still deliver meals to the homebound

And collect records from rockstars

I would eat instant mashed potatoes

And continue my misspellings

I would fight for my own undelivered freedom

And always wish I was between your thighs

I would share the stars with you

And embrace our friendship forever

I would listen to frogs talking

And hear the gulf stream more often

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

I would have space for a motorcycle

And retro lights and tables

I would still ignore mother

And be closed to all of you

I would paint and write all the time

And have a bigger studio to do it in

I would be above Heartland

And see myself on the widescreen

I would meet face to face with rabbits

And have even more to lose

If I had Eight Thousand Dollars

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00.02.29.17:35:38 @ 1515 nyc

David Harth 2000-02-16 David Harth 2000-02-16

Emergency Room

The room spins around you

Vertically and Horizontally

Get a tingle in the left portion of your brain

And numbness

And weakness

Down your entire left side

Down your neck and arm

Down your chest and thigh and leg

Throughout your bony structure and thin painted skin

And you wonder

Is the world rotating

Is this me and will I wake up myself

Again?

And you wonder

Will someone catch me

Or will I hit the floor?

And after doing money exchanges

And getting beverage for thirst and food for consumption

You veer left

Walking left

And prop yourself against the wall

Head toward the elevator

And wonder

Does anyone see this?

Successfully placing yourself on a lift

You arrive in style

Brain warm

And you wonder

Who to call first or what to do and how to shed a tear

For I know I’m still me today

But what about tomorrow?

And you wonder

Who will know

And who will not

Who will get to speak with me

And who will not?

And you wonder

Who will pay rent

And who will pay for food

Who will pay for this

And who for that?

As you take the twenty-one dollar cab ride home

Or your favorite spot by the little red light house

Just under the George Washington Bridge

Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center

You run across familiar architecture and a path you’ve always known

And you look up at the American Flag and remember the 12th

And you remember glass and tests and dots and pancakes and bananas and

sheets and pillows and laws and rules and black and white and tunnels and

peace symbols and doors with nails

And as you approach

And tell the story again

See a familiar face again

And a warm smile

You realize

It’s still you, just a change,

Not a choice, not a time, just a change

And all that’s in your head

Is a single thought

Of those who you cannot get out of your mind

As you sit there

In a New York City Hospital

You wonder why you cannot have a normal room

Or who is normal?

I sit in the GYN room full with stirrups and I act and joke and be me

Talk of more MRIs and Spinal Taps

Nothing new

Just had a CT scan and EKG, no Spect Scan or EEG or Angiogram this time

Take my blood, prick me, tickle me, stick me, and tell me I’m a mystery

Welcome on board

Now I can cry with the music I cannot hear

Mirrors can’t be seen

The windows are hidden

And those who you wish cared, did not

And those who are blind, remain blind

And you know the only thing you’ve got

Is the one person who is in your world

Yourself

Myself

And you know it’s not a dream

You aren’t even testing yourself

Images of the past come and go

And all you can do is smile

Because you know you are in medical history

But more importantly

You know it will be sunny the next day,

McDonalds French fries taste great,

movies rewind,

and someone is waiting for your return with a smile I’ll never forget

00.02.14.23:55:02 @ 296 NYC

00.02.16.01:45:13 @ 296 NYC

David Harth 1999-10-10 David Harth 1999-10-10

East to West

I was driving East to West

On Route 202 late Sunday evening

It was 10:30 at night

Cold and rainy out

With a warm settling fog

The fog was low

And covered the street

Crept over the trees hovering over

My pavement path

The ground slick with dew and drizzle

My fog lights did nothing

I would just drift the car down the road

Around the curves and bend

Forming to the fog’s tunnel

Then out of nowhere

And too late to stop

A man appeared in the middle of the road

A shadowed silhouette

From beneath the tree-covered road path

He stood still

I could not make out his eyes nor face

Too late to stop

I attempted to swerve

The car slipped and slid

Straight into the man

I hit

I waited around

For the police to arrive

I went back to the precinct

And talked and questioned

Sweated my palms into the wooden arm chair

Untied my laces and tied again

They knew the conditions

And saw the skid marks

Impounded the car

And photographed the thick scene

Wrote me up and wrote me down

Phone calls here and there

As the rain still sunk down

The police let me go

But I’m due back there later this month

What will I do

And what will I say?

The fog stood in the way

But no chance for him that night

Perhaps none for me

To hit again

99.10.10.23:15:00 @ NJ->NYC

David Harth 1999-09-18 David Harth 1999-09-18

Expensive Rolling

Hard headed

A toilet surface

Sweat thrown onto me

Like gravel and pebbles sticking to my back

Cold ears never hear what I have to say

Never listen

Only flood to the dimple in your chin

Wind of nakedness

Giving you my rights

Justice never served

You told me to phone you if it was illegal

I will see you Monday

Bald spitting head

Tough guy

In hospital shorts

Not right now?

I saw you on the cover of that magazine

No kidding

Surface & Wallpaper for Furniture

How is your girlfriend?

Good

Really?

Take off your leather pants

He wasn’t feeling well

Cereal wet-ones

A lawyer in a tie

I’ve broken my toe

Split ends

Now my eyes are open

Wont someone please help me?

They said he would be killed

Killer Mosquitos

Cab ride

And I breathe

I’m paying my bills now

Please leave me alone

Downtown

Freshness

Newspaper seeds and dirt

Leftover panties stained from last night

Unlocked keys and rubber bands

Full and complete

Sitars

Posted

Simon says

Chicken Geek

Circus Freak

Sugar Rush

Complete Blush

Pencil Stick

Lollipop Lick

Simon says

See you Jack

Out back

Forgotten

Squeezed

Brutal disease

Bag-piper

Bug in the mashed potatoes

Smothered

Drowned

Happy New Year

Happy Birth Day

Timing is perfect

Bob Dylan is on Bleecker Street

I’m not religious

Hash brown

Sausage

Eggs and Bacon strips

I’m huddled nude

In my fetal position

I lay still for minutes and minutes

You have punctured my life

You have not listened

Ouch

I’ll take a shower

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David Harth 1999-05-10 David Harth 1999-05-10

Escape

Taste the divine tears

Feel the thorns that grow inside

Sink your toes into the sand

Relax with lemonade as the sun sets on the bay

Play hide-and-seek with me

Frolic on the beach and between the palms

Jingle in the nude and be jolly in the moonlight

And the cascading shadows over the night ocean

Look at yourself in the mirror

Standing and looking and passionate

Do something different

Runaway and escape

Stay in your stillness

I’m painting your portrait

On my canvas and embracing your image

In my mind of lust

Kissing your navel

The ocean breeze travels across our bodies

Tracing your curves with a purple rose

To escape in the ocean of beauty

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99.05.10.01:20:46 @ nyc usa (296)

David Harth 1998-11-04 David Harth 1998-11-04

Eye Burn

My eyes are burning

Sleep deprived

Being silly

All I can do

Listen to you

Hear your beauty

Think about your soul

Your voice

Your lips

My eyes are burning

I’m tired tonight

Early hours of my flight

Writing poetry

Thinking about you

The night is young

I’ve just begun

My eyes are burning

I see my reflection

Blue coast wars

And coastal museums

Stark naked I stand

On the web to bed

My eyes burn

And burn

Oh, so strongly

I’m going to be silly

Be with me

Tonight

And my willy!!

Smile

98.11.04.02:26:00@505MAHWAH

David Harth 1997-10-16 David Harth 1997-10-16

Earth Gift

I will bend you

take you by the hair

slap you

turn you

around and around

I will fuck you

up the ass

and between your legs

shove in

pull out

blow me over

I will slam you

up against that wall

your breasts against my chest

grinding away

two souls

two bodies

in the heat

I will torment you

eat you

feed on you

rape your thoughts

and bite at your tits

I will bang away

at your pussy

push harder

deeper each second

my head will go

in and out

I will be in black

you in your nightgown

slipped over your waist

I can smell you now

Taste your blood

as I bite your scarred lip

Taste your tears

as you yell in pain

in joy

I will look down at you

as you take my cock

in your mouth

suck it

all down

down your throat

until I give you

a gift from the earth

an earth gift.

97.10.16.18:28:00@NYC

David Harth 1997-09-28 David Harth 1997-09-28

Erotic is...

a midnight wonder

a slick date

a shy pussycat

a feather

an ice cube

a shower above

a cold touch

cozy socks

and flannel pj’s

back rubs

family and friends

your place or mine

today or tomorrow

sunsets and sunrises

the bay shore and the gulf of

cruises without bruises

no fighting or war

troubles gone with sorrow

news of good; not evil

clouds that bring sunshine

memories, in the memory box

communication

partners whom speak

beating down; that sunshine

doves, blue birds, and penguins too

arches, golden, an inspiration

sex over there, sex over here

seas, oceans, and a bed of roses

petals, fields, fluffy puffy stuff

backyard swing sets

barbecue spice

holiday time

seasons in the air

fresh baked

no mother is fake

your grandmother’s stories

sister’s too

your friend’s best cherished orb

and your last year’s card

Erotic is...

a fireplace

a hearth felt warm

cotton, earth tones, valleys too

boundaries and contributions

covered by law, conquered by bridges

babies, a kitten’s first light, a kangaroo’s hop

a skip skip, skip to my loo

a mountain top,

a scotch

and a cover band

the jetsons, play-doh, and scooby-doo

Mr magoo, where are you?

an island with gilligan,

and a Family in the All

Whose line?

i’m not sure,

ask benny or monty,

they are erotic too

a wim wenders film

a crashing car?

latex, lace, and leather too

handcuffs, silver, a beggar’s change

a tribal beat

a fresh piece of meat

a heavenly god

mary’s st jude

lucifer’s actions

and god on his knees

art

poetry

your music inside your head;

let’s get wed.

numbers and letters

jumble too

jingle all along the way

and then one day -

E R O T I C A ! !

a fourth floor song

a street on 42nd

come, cum to the place

a grand ‘ole time

25 cents a 125 channels

Erotic is....

a Miami girl

a Sarajevo accents

a womyn on a television

the weather person’s prediction

a heroin’s addiction

a guy named nixon

i think a cat will need a fixin’

Erotic is....

strawberries, whipped creme, bananas too

strap-ons, if you can’t handle it - -

you shouldn’t be here

or in there

or able to

read, right of the nation

political nation

songs about peace

agony on the streets

Please, a Warhol cover

a tune to make a lover

Please, a Warhol show

they won’t ever,

ever,

be this low

Erotic is....

that first kiss,

a bear hug

when that train pulls up...

out pops your lover

your lover

a gaze into an eye

amber or gold

blue or oceana

green or pigment

a raised eyebrow

or nothing more

pollution making beauty

a stunned white nudity

Erotic is....

at that moment,

...

that one moment in time...

when you realize...

he is for you...

she is for you...

together, a moment,

shared but understood...

loved.

the feeling...

nothing can explain it...

Its Erotic.

erotic - adj; 1. of, devoted to, or tending to arouse

sexual love or desire <~art>

2. strongly affected by sexual desire

97.09.28.23:00:00@NYC

David Harth 1997-04-05 David Harth 1997-04-05

Enter

Capture the moment

A hand held tightly

A fist to clench

The bed sheets at high noon

The petals of rose buds

Circle around your waist

I come in to enter

As you peel back slowly

I come in to enter

As you water the new

I come in to enter

As you stretch for the light

I come in to enter

As you breathe in the warm sex smell

You have all around you

Joyous colors

Of every shade

I come in to enter

As you dim the light

I come in to enter

As you tear down the walls inside

I come in to enter

As you uncover the romantic collection

A captured moment filled with thirst

You see the mirror

I film you without horror

I come to enter you

From above and beyond

I come to enter

Forever and ever

97.04.05.00:00:00@31USQWNYC