Funeral
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
Many have loved him over the years.
We all know about his immense amount
of great friendships
and the love he returned
to each of us individually.
He was a man that did not celebrate much.
But he shared his love to all of us every day.
Even though he was not in it himself.
We have gathered here today
to wish him a peaceful farewell
and hope that his powerful sense of love
can only be spread among us all.
Remember his love,
his being in the existence,
always loving and never being in.
A strong man with a heart torn,
but with that ache he delivered
his warmest love to us all.
Let us all gather around
this sad sight
and make our last respect
to a man that has redefined love
while searching all his life
to be in love.
We have gathered here today
for the man that has been loved
but has never been in love.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.07.22.01:14:47@296NYC
Friends
I have so many friends.
So many that love me.
My family and so many great friends.
But I don’t have any best friends.
I never had a best friend.
I’ve had many great friends. Plenty of good friends.
Seriously, I have very many GREAT friends.
But when everything is wrong in the world,
you want that one really close friend.
That best friend.
To count on.
To phone.
When you’re alone.
And contemplating suicide.
But there is no one to call.
Because you have so many great friends.
But you don’t have a best friend.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.20.22:07:44@296NYC
Four
I’ve got four hands.
Four hands for holding you.
Blisters on my hands from the pleasure.
Dancing to the dusted planet.
I hear satellite phones.
Four times the speed of sound.
I can’t take this foursome.
Let’s have a drink, and make it right.
Do the right thing.
Black cars, black cars, black cars.
Four girls waving good bye.
Children riding the merry-go-round.
Time to go out and get the newspaper.
I’ll pour the coffee if you pour the juice.
We’ll cut coupons.
Four.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.04.04.04:04:04@296NYC
Freedom States
Freedom States:
1) Be who you are
2) Become who you wish to become from within
3) Kiss Boys and Kiss Girls
4) Dance to music you hear in your mind
5) Eat at Hospital Cafeterias
6) Dive off of cloud number nine, number nine
7) Count the tiles on the wall and request apple juice
8) Pretend you are sleeping
9) Don’t wake up
10) See state number eleven as absolute freedom
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.16.22:29:39@296NYC
funny little artman
funny little artman
crawling on the bottom of the sea
crawling on the white walls of the Chelsea Gallery
crawling on the floor beneath Peggy Guggenheim’s skirt
funny little artman
showing his art all around town
showing his thick cock to all the viewers
showing his talent to the world
funny little artman
charming the moms and dads
charming the art critics
charming the women
funny little artman
creating with his camera
creating with his paintbrush
creating with his mind
funny little artman
up in the attic working
up in the sky working
up in the bed working
funny little artman
gone to the museum to study Pollock
gone to the gallery to study De Kooning
gone to the center to study Ryman
funny little artman
carrying the Bible wherever he may go
carrying the rubber bands around his wrist
carrying the black clothes on his back
funny little artman
in his studio
in his mind
in his development
watch him run!
watch him grow!
watch him succeed!
funny little artman!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.23.04:48:59@296NYC
Fruit Bugs
I hate you
Fruit Bugs
I didn’t ask to purchase you
For $405.00
I didn’t ask for that
You Fuckin Fruit Bugs
I hate you!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC
Falling Apart
4:23am
My nose started to run.
4:38am
My nose was bleeding. First a slow bleed, then it began to seep out even quicker.
4:47am
My finger nails and toe nails begin to fall off. Crack and chip at the base and eventually just flake off.
4:53am
The hair all over my body grows rapidly outwards. Falling to the floor and filling up the room. My hair quickly gets longer and longer, first inches, then feet. I’m among the bushels of hair. All of my hair surrounds me quickly, covering me deeply in it. Finally, the hair, in a matter of minutes, turns grey and white. And grows as much as it can until all the hair on my body falls out.
4:56am
My nails are missing, my nose bleeding, all of my hair grew out and fell from the pores of my body.
5:02am
My teeth fall from my mouth. Some I choke on as they go down my throat. I feel the stomach acid eat at each tooth. The acid rises in my esophagus and conquers my tongue. It burns my tongue away and leaves holes in my throat exposed to the air.
5:07am
My eyes melt from their sockets. Turning to a jelly like substance with the iris sliding down my face and chest and leg.
5:09am
My ears take a dive off of my hairless skull. Slowly the intricate assemblages are gone.
5:12am
My skin all over starts to blister and my genitals turn black and blue like a major frost bite. Quickly the blisters all over my body begin to form water bubbles and sockets of puss. Bleeding and rotting quickly, flies from the nearby market rush over and lay their eggs on my raw skin.
5:18am
Faster and faster, I rot, and now the speedy fly eggs hatch with little larva and maggots screaming and eating at my open flesh.
5:23am
My elbow and knee joints give and I feel incredibly gummy not able to stand or sit in any structured position.
5:34am
Lying there, on the floor, still for the last few moments. Bloody, infested, smelly, numb, and fading away.
5:41am
I can feel the throbbing of my central nervous system. All of my nerves and the synapses connecting them, pulsating in an unusual rhythm. My brain swelling and my spinal fluid becomes unbalanced with abnormal protein levels.
5:48am
I regurgitate my stomach acid and my bladder gives way and busts open. The urine pours from the holes in my throat and my anus explodes in an outward fashion. I lay in my own pool of shit, piss, and blood.
6:02am
The sun begins to rise outside. The sunlight scatters into the room in which I lay. The new sun burns the remaining fat on my body, as the epidermis layer of skin has disappeared. Motionless I lay in the mixture of everything that I was made of.
6:11am
I cannot see or hear or smell my death. But I know I am dead. Completely fallen apart.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.06.06:29:15@296NYC
Franklin Delano
Oh, Franklin Delano
How I love you
I see you on these streets every day
Hot humid New York City days
You walk pass me on my left and right
Sometimes directly in front of me, in white
Franklin Delano
Catch you on the subway
Franklin Delano
Catch you up the escalator
Franklin Delano
Catch you in the lift
I see you walking with pride
Determination is set in
Ignoring placed advertisements
Passing by the wet tongues
Franklin Delano
Electrifying
Franklin Delano
Glorious
Franklin Delano
Mysterious
Franklin Delano
Suggested
Franklin Delano
Sculpted
Franklin Delano
Luggage
I see you traveling these warm seas
Follow you through the streets
Route back passed the fire
Communication none, today, after one hundred grand
Franklin Delano
I love you
Franklin Delano
Kiss me
Franklin Delano
I’m soaked in your shadow
Franklin Delano
I’m heated skin
I see you swallow the moisture from your parted lips
Think about the way to snort the high life
Listen to the plants in your pockets
And phone me up on the telephone, please
I see you loving the imagery
Not significantly sharing the wealth of ivory
Keeping it for that home unit air conditioner
In this City heat
Franklin Delano
Give me the rope, and I’ll forget
Franklin Delano
Give me a hand, and I’ll grasp
Franklin Delano
Guide me in, and I’ll be back
Franklin Delano
Guide me, and Ill set you free
Franklin Delano
I love you
Franklin Delano
Let’s go dance
Franklin Delano
Live with me
Franklin Delano
See you tomorrow
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.06.27.15:41:48@1515NYC
02.06.29.03:01:11@296NYC
Forgot About Yesterday
I forgot about yesterday.
I’m terribly sorry.
You have my word,
It won’t happen again.
Because I love you.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.22.16:50:45@1515NYC
Fifteen Days
Muted Hazel in 15 days
I will be famous for 15 minutes
Wrapped in sheets in 15 days
Gone to heaven for 15 hours
Piercing Blue in 15 days
She will be real for 15 minutes
Silently waiting for 15 days
Gone underneath for 15 hours
Rocked through the sky in Thousand and Two
Nobody heard, everyone felt
Nobody listened, you & I
Rocked through the midnight in today’s morning hours
Muted Hazel
Where have you been?
Muted Hazel
What kind of trouble are you in?
Piercing Blue
I don’t know you
Piercing Blue
Is it true?
Fifteen Days
Away I have swept
Fifteen Days
She no longer has wept
Rocked back and forth
Steady stream
Violent toss
Break a snap over your knee
Honey Dip
Supermarket trip
Grabbed you by the hip
Going to give your tongue a slip
Fifteen Days
Come and gone
Fifteen Days
I’ll here you sing
Fifteen Days
Spread the sheets
Fifteen Days
It’s time to eat
Fifteen Days
I want more
Fifteen Days
See you in February
Fifteen Days
Ides of March
Fifteen Days
Gone tomorrow
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.10.12:38:10 @ 296 NYC
Four/IV/4
Four times I told you to stop it
Four times I asked for more
Four times I said sorry, and
Four times I said please
Four times I begged
Four times I said “Shut Up!”
Four times I repeated, and
Four times I cleaned bed
Four times I soaped up
Four times I made coffee
Four times I helped your son, and
Four times I was left alone
Four times I hurt myself
Four times I asked for forgiveness
Four times I went naked, and
Four times I prayed to the Lord
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.09.22:42:58@296NYC
Flamingo
I saw her dancing in the dark
I didn’t know she could also see me
See my hood down to my shoulders
See my hands covering up my heart
I saw her swaying her arms in the shadows
I didn’t know she never did this dance
She looked at my feet and noticed I was shoeless
She looked at my face and noticed I was hairless
I saw her igniting her imagination
I didn’t know that it was my reality
Moving forward towards me she touched my shoulders
Moving forward towards me she touched my soul
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.03.09.01:37:00@Earth
Face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I’ll believe in God
I’ll fall in love
I’ll talk to my mother
Let me just have one look
Just for a little while
I want to see
I want to see your sculpted face
Let me see your face
I have to see your face
Please, let me see your face
I want to see your face
I need to see your face
Just one little glimpse
One quick look
A little gaze
A brief squint
Let me see your image
Let me see your chiseled face
Let me see your beauty
Let me see why people are running
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I have to see your face
Let me trace your outlines
Allow me to enter peace
I must see your face
I have to see it now
I can’t go on living
I need the proof to survive
I heard about your face
Magnificent
Vibrant
Godly
Surreal
I want to see your face
Let me see your face
I beg you
I will turn away right away
Let me see your face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC
Found Incest
I was 16 and Fred was 14. We lived on my grandparent’s farm in
California. We had skinny dipped for about a week when one afternoon
we started fooling around in the water. I grabbed his dick and it
got hard.
Good for you, Betty! Did you make love in the water? Other experiences
during that special summer? It took my cousin and I awhile to get
to that point-kissing, exploring, mutual masturbation, etc.-until
we finally made love one afternoon in my bedroom. After that, we
tried to get together as often as possible.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.23.22:39:10@296NYC
For You (Version #2)
I did it because I loved you
I did it because I cared for you
Because I held your hand
Because I fed you
And nursed you
I did it because I didn’t want you to be in pain
And because I didn’t want to witness
I did it because you asked
Because you knew it was coming
I did it because you phoned me earlier
And told me how you felt
I did it because there was no one else
Because of the look in your eyes
I did it for you
And only for you
I pulled your plug
And now you are dead
And I live alone
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.08.14:28:39 @ 1515 nyc
Found Days
Life is just a show
An assortment of catalogs
And told commercials
We are assembled and manufactured
And look into our lovers’ eyes
Love is created by corporate stands
Bookmark sayings and hallmark greetings
The episode I miss most
And desire the most
Is the never ending until next week to be continued one
These are the days
Where I remember those who adjusted
And those who affected me
Have become infected
With HIV
I remember deeply
Their smiles, their courage, their touch
I remember their words, their power, their warmth
I’ll never forget, and I’ll always pass on
Their true love
Love can’t be bought or taught
Love can only be experienced
And those who share will continue
And all I can do is smile
And think of you
Life is just a show
These are the days
I’ll never forget the sweet bananas
Your bleeding gums
And your crooked smile
The mint white sheets
And eager looks toward the Day
What you have found in me
And what I have found in you
The laughter
Looking out windows of rain
You shared your warmth with myself and others
I can only grasp at the memories
And shed salt tears in your name
And forget about being captured
I cry
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.11.26.23:23:26@296NYC
Flies
I come home nightly
To strip to my cold nakedness
And run around in my baby skin
My smelly sweat attraction
And roll up my current fall issue
Of New York magazine
Curl it up into a bat
And swing at the iridescent
Buzzing-by larva laying
Disease infecting mother fucka
Flies
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.8.30.01:27:17@NYC 296