F, F
I got your letter in the mail yesterday.
You told me —
your feelings, your thoughts.
your poems, your memories.
Included a photograph of how you look now.
I see your son, he looks just like me.
I wish I hadn’t moved so far away.
I wish we didn’t part.
I wish for so many things.
We could forget, we could forgive.
But I don’t know if I could, with Franklin being there.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.12.04.01:38:17@130BklnNYC
Fat Men Sing, Too
Flying high
On the white rock
With a big thick black dick up your ass
$100 richer
I’m no pancake
But I’m not a virgin either!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.17.21:35:16@296NYC
The Final Fall
I fell down
The space is narrowing down on me
I have nothing left to do
No more options, no ways out
I can’t get out of this place
The walls are closing in
I tumble, I fade
Morning rises
Body is dead
I’m free in the plains
My mother is in happiness,
She swallows me whole,
Puts her arms around me,
The roots never let me go.
This is my final resting place.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.27.24:58:00@296NYC
Flesh, Blood, and Bones
What am I? Who am I?
I’m just flesh, blood and bones?
I have a brain, I’m taught to think, I’m taught to love?
I attempt to write poetry, perhaps I do write poetry.
I create art, I think its good, some even great.
I don’t show in galleries, I don’t show in museums.
I work Monday thru Friday.
I love and hate.
I hate and love.
I even masturbate.
But really, who am I?
But just flesh and blood and bones.
Could I be anything if you were not here?
The one I’m talking too?
Would I be nothing without an audience?
Without participation?
A viewer? A listener?
Who am I?
What am I doing here?
Why am I here and not there - right now?
These are all unanswered questions.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.12.13:31:01@599NYC
Farewell
Just listen to me for a second.
You aren’t even listening?
Don’t shut me out, shut me down.
Take a moment.
I might not speak aloud.
I might not speak at the right moments.
I might not share, I might not spread, I might not declare.
But right now, I need to talk to you.
I need to shed, to whisper, to reveal.
But you aren’t even listening.
You are blocking me. Paving me. Closing me.
You’ve sealed me. Locked me. Rejected me.
Just listen for a second.
One second.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.03.25.15:43:16@599NYC
Fallen Night
Monday morning,
20th of August,
All wake up in a city of dawn,
Sun rises across the shifting.
Tea drinkers realize first,
Doctors second,
Grandmothers rise, they wait for flowers.
He never became the artist he was,
Murdered by his own cause,
Defeated.
I won’t wake him,
Just let him sleep,
He’ll wake once more.
Never mind,
I’ll soak up the floor.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.08.20.02:27:27@296NYC
False Love
Love was false
I shall not shed a tear
It was wrong
I shall not share a weep
Love was not reality
I shall not ever be the same
Love was a mirage
I shall not make mends
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.05.16.12:59:08@205HudsonNYC
Found Death
I found a man
In a pool of blood
He did reside
Just down from my home
In a pool of blood
I found a man
Dead on the floor
It was dark, it was cold
The man in a pool of blood
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.02.08.12:44:49@205HudsonNYC
From The Woods
Wearing white
A gown covered in bells
Snowflakes drifted down from the clouds
A horse gallops in the far distance
Trumpet players chime their sounds
As the attendees pour in
Honey drips down the trees
A bee buzzes by
Humming birds fly
Growling roars are heard from mountain tops
A choir heard for miles
Listening to your every footstep
These states are borderless
Containing nothing but compassion
It is I who waits
The aisle run is over
Your cuffs are off
Free you are
My warm arms open
She came to me draped
From the woods she walked.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.25.11:42:06@205HudsonNYC
Falling
Like the rocks I lick at night
I fall from the sky at unknown speeds
My arteries refuse to end the fight
Goddess of dream’s sand
I fall flat against this hard dirt
The heart of fallen angels are in command
Falling with my broken wing
Accept me for who I have become
Both of us are tired of aching
I have always loved you
Mí na Nollaig approaches
Let me help you with your muumuu
Choice is yours, to be fruit
With performing miracles and shining stars
Or reservations on Lexington’s route
Falling in a downward spiral
Awoken from my study of disbelief
Encephalitis gone, your love is viral
I am not going anywhere; I have no place to be
Two have taken to falling
I continue to purchase your white tea
Let it burn for a little while longer
This wick of desire must meet
Days pass as our love gets stronger
Slipping under the over pass
Falling between the cracks
Lying on last year’s meadow grass
I’m falling to the earth
Catch me in your arms
Make my long wait worth
Autumn leaves are falling now
Another year will pass
Time for your heart to avow
You fell in love with me
And I fell in love with you
It’s time to become our very own we
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.11.08.12:44:11@205HudsonNYC
Fourteen I Love Yous
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.18.09:11:00@SpringStThompsonStNYC
Found Hair
As I twisted about,
Twisted around,
I came up in the morning
Woken to Charlie yelling at me
No sunlight hit my face.
I awoke
Slowly rolled and climbed
Lowered myself to the ground
And as i did
What did I see
But a single hair
Falling from my bed
A hair from you.
© David Greg Harth 2006
06.10.13.23:03:55@296NYC
Forever (First Version)
With her digging tools she lifted out my heart
On the table she placed it still beating
It was time for me to go, it was time to depart
Now I leave my loved one with a greeting
Know that I have loved you so wholly
I have reached deep within, my severed lines now dead
Even as I now sink in the swallowing dirt slowly
My love for you has never been shed
As my vitality clock ends and tells the tale
Death will never take my love for you
My body lays so empty and frail
Let it be heard, my love for you is true
Tediously I dissolve and oblivion welcomes me
“I love you forever” is my last plea
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.10.04.11:21:23@205Hudson
Friday Poem
As you eat your donuts,
And you sip your tea,
I can’t help but think,
If you’d be suckin’ on me.
As you study your lines,
And you think of photography,
I can’t help but think,
If we’d make our own choreography.
As you wash your hair,
And you think of the sky,
I can’t help but think,
If I’d go down on your thigh.
As you wet yourself with soap,
And you clean your soul,
I can help but think,
If you let me go on and cajole.
As you bend forwards,
And you deliver your rump,
I can’t help but think,
If in the night we went thump.
As you sing your song
And I put you in a gag,
I can’t help but think
If we went for a shag.
As you moan your words,
And hear the twinkle of a flute,
I am the Eden,
And you are my fruit.
That is my tale,
A Friday morning,
I am here,
and you are there,
I am a rock,
and you,
a river.
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.06.24.10:22:00@NYC
Poem for J-Dog
five
five fingers
five toes
five thoughts of you
five bare
five snail
five up stream
and five deep down
five inside
and five alive
five to six
and six to five
beg for five
and give you high
up your thigh
goodbye tonight
with all my might
fire the five
and news at o’clock
return the sent
and send the scent
forgot the five
sugar up my hive
salt the vinegar
and shake my hand
say the five
prayers till you die
alone again
on the 5th of five
in zero five
here i am
and there she went
could not have said
you better be wet
five is what I meant
and five is what I had
five
five
five
five
five
© 2005 David Greg Harth
05.05.05.05:05:05@296NYC
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