David Harth 1998-09-01 David Harth 1998-09-01

Freshly Cut Grass

It’s going to be okay

I smell the fresh cut grass

I love it when I hear

The lawn mowers across the street

Right before the school day

The scent of the new grass

Giving birth to my passages

Afternoon Saturdays and morning hours

Filled with lawn mowers

Across the neighborhood

After school with Scooby-Doo and fruity snacks

Vibration and gasoline love

The sound of lawn mowers

Telling me that every thing

Is going to be all right

Reminded of childhood

Forgetting the now

Traveling back in time

To crushes, child’s play, and freedom of toys

98.09.01.05:15:00@NJ

David Harth 1998-08-16 David Harth 1998-08-16

Fixed

Operator

Give me the drugs

Let me sleep tonight

And not wake up tomorrow

Let me hear knocks at the door

And shoot me up with morphine

So I cant see her beauty

Or hear her laugh

Surgeon

Transplant my heart

I need a snake’s coldness

Let me violently whip around

And never be able to hug her again

Or if, so ever

Donor

Give me your eyes

So, a new set can be held

And I’ll never have the pain of thinking about her

Nurse

Wash me down

So, I can forget about my beliefs

Show me the view

To translate my horrors

Take me downtown

To get tests that reveal my truths

Security

Restrain me

So I wont break glass down your chest

So I wont cry myself to sleep

Cradiling my head in my arms

Flowers

Send yourself to me

Because when I’m with you I forget about her

And I’d like to absorb the scent from which you grow

And I’d like to remember you

As the lasting image of beauty

not her

98.08.16.03:49:00@NJ07430

David Harth 1998-06-21 David Harth 1998-06-21

Freedom

Heading West

At sixty-five

Seeing the hills roll over

The burning hills on fire

Glowing reds and oranges

With a great wonderful halo

Hearing the tune and hymns

Of rediscovery

And all I can say is

Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!

Heading West

Realizing there is no more

Had it all

Until the end

Survived much

To continue on

Had a bird

And nut-less board

Missed my cat

His eyes and glare

Decision of mades

And maids dancing with red

Sled riding hills

The West on Fire

Freedom at Last! Freedom at Last!

With thoughts of you,

My friend

You.

Messages of thanks

As re-runs get fatter

Recalling hatred

Over misty mountains

Control is thirst

And I for you.

Freedom at Last!

98.06.21.21:27:42@NJ07430

Father’s Day

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

FUCKOUS

on the painting

on her beauty

on their wisdom

on the children at play

on the sparrows in flight

on the currents in the brook

on the chained prisoners

on the revolutionaries

on the goddesses

on the trapped

on my knee

on the lady bug recently set free

on the model train, going round and round

on the gift I have given

on the bed of sunflowers

on the water sitting still

on the hymns being sung

on the parents walking by

on my hope

98.04.04.12:09:00@10954NANUETNY

David Harth 1998-03-06 David Harth 1998-03-06

Forgotten

I forgot her

Damn It!

I did wrong.

Now she is gone

I gave her a painting

She left with my poetry

I have done no good

I scarred myself forever

Forever I am damned!

I threw myself in a cave

Sealed my soul

After pouring out my cum!

I remember squeezing her breasts

In a shower I took

I remember squeezing her ass

In the bed I destroyed

But now I forgot her

Damn It!

And now I am homeless

Without her I am dead.

With her I am a lie.

Today is no different

For she is still at my knees.

From the magazine shelf

To the soul music

She is a memory

Of tiger hood

And overalls

But I have died

I forgot her.

What can I say?

But I am dead today?

98.03.06.01:26:25@07430

David Harth 1998-02-26 David Harth 1998-02-26

Film & Radio

Film

is thin

Thinning like my lost father’s hair

Film is revolution

Rotating around my index

Film is portraying

On the wall in white

Film is a pornographic documentary

Of Presidential lies and palace steps

Railroads and Wildebeests

Plant growth and boxing matches

Radio is a recording

From my history

To this present day

A tune to the lips of a dancer

And the horror which brings back memories

Radio you can’t hear

When fucked in the brain

Nor films to be played

But better than Ra-Dio

Ra-Dio

Radio I can hear it

But it’s not me

It’s not me hearing it

Just the audience

As I try to escape from the toilet flushes

98.02.26.24:51:00@NJ07430

David Harth 1997-02-24 David Harth 1997-02-24

For You

Feel the wind

Take you there

Feel the thigh

Feel you there

Feel the sunshine

Upon your chest

Upon my breast

See those colors

The ones you cannot imagine

I make them for you

I give them to you

For you

I would die

For you I would revolt

I would make pain

I would conquer the world

For you

For you I would climb

I would dive

I would divide

I would render

I would shoot

I would kill

For you

For you I would be wind

I would be time

and the womb which you protect

For you I would be the rain

I would be the fire

And the hurt which you feel

For you I would be the mirror

The reflection of your hatred

The reality of life

The wonders of birth

For you

For you I would tear at myself

I would rip apart

Seal the insides

And give you my pride

For you

For you no secrets are allowed

No possessions are understood

No time without you is real

For you one cannot hold

For you one cannot be

For you I would die

I would take you

To feel the wind

Upon my breast

Your holy chest

Upon the Cross

Where my father had died

For you

I would create sunshine

And pour the rain

Down your back

For you

I would love

97.02.24.01:22:00@31USQWNYC

David Harth 1985-10-28 David Harth 1985-10-28

Fall

Fall means many things to me.

Outside there are lots of things to see.

The changing color of the beautiful leaves

Swaying in the sudden gentle breeze.

The squirrels are gathering their acorns

near and far.

For they know winter is coming like a

shooting star.

85.10.28.00:00:00@SpringValleyNY