David Harth 1999-03-21 David Harth 1999-03-21

Good Samaritan Of New York

Let me introduce myself..

I’m the Good Samaritan of New York

Here is my story...

I walk around these filthy streets

Filled with dirty scum, pimps, hookers, low-lifes, dead beats, tourists,

great masturbators, Wall St yuppies, freaks, killers, rapists, cops, pigs,

kinkos fuckers, druggies, and myself.

I walk around, probably with a sign on my forehead saying,

“I’m a nice person, ask me for directions.”

Of course, people do all the time, maybe because of my smile, or my frown, I

don’t know.

But they ask me, so I tell them, like a song.

People get in my way, walk into me, bump into me.

They say ‘sorry,’

but damn it, I don’t give a shit - just get the hell out of my fuckin’ way!

I have to walk on the streets

Skipping the sidewalk as the tourists take up their time there

Like California beached whales

Sometimes I pass a homeless bum or drug addict stretched across the

sidewalk. Horizontally, blocking my way and intimidating others. Just the

other day it happened - So I yelled at the guy,

“Get The FUCK UP!,” He rolled over and drooled.

But you see, he’s different than the others.

Some bums are lying dead on the curb. Those, if you are a true New Yorker,

you just pass them.

And go on walking to your destination. Let the Times Square Business

Improvement Wanna-Be Cops deal with the dead. Not me, I have to go -

I passed a guy handing out cards to visit a go-go bar strip joint. He was

on the corner by the newspaper machines - looking odd, looking funny. Then

I realized, the mother fucker had his dick out and he was just pissing on

the street corner in broad busy working daylight!!! That god damn fucker!!!

So, I yelled at him as I passed by - “DON’T FUCKIN’ DO THAT!! – THERE’S A

BATHROOM FOR THAT!!”

I was fuckin furious, I’m tired of these assholes pissing all over my

sidewalk - damn it!!! He said something back to me, but my Walkman was on,

so, I didn’t hear the fucker. I should have just whacked him. So I told the

traffic patrol officer about the fucker who was publicly urinating - she

didn’t seem to give a crap - she told me to call the go-go bar and tell

them, then maybe the guy would get fired. Sure. Ticket your cars pig.

And those fucking pissers remind of those spitters. Damn it, if you have to

spit - spit at home or in a tissue or in the garbage can. And don’t fuckin

litter in my city fucker! - There’s a damn garbage can on every corner save

your trash - you live here fucker!

And what’s up with the Budweiser-drinking construction workers who mimic

Asian people who pass them by. Damn it, I should slice their racist throats!

And am I the only good Samaritan here? I throw my trash in the can, piss in

the toilet, spit in a napkin -

Also - how about this, there was a guy on the train, a homeless disturbed man.

I saw him standing in the subway doors next to a young lady sitting. And he

stood there in his own absorbed stench. A smelly fuck. Why - I know, you

ask... Let’s just say, his fly in his pants was open and in his soiled

underpants he praised his erection.

Underneath he went towards his one, you know - and thank goodness he didn’t!! -

But I was prepared - If that bum dare started to stroke away on my subway

car!!--

I would have gotten up and decked the fuckhead!! I just want you to know, I

was ready!

It’s happened before, numerous female friends suffering from the male pig

masturbating on subway cars....

The other day I passed a bum who asked me for change, I said, “No, sorry,

not tonight”

I then went into the deli next door and got myself a sandwich. Kindness

wrapped around me and i bought another sandwich, drink and chips, not for

me. On my way out down the block I gave the sandwich and goodies to the bum

and he smiled with thankful appreciation.

That’s a good bum.

A few weeks later I was uptown at a deli with a friend. We were eating

inside and I noticed a bum outside on the street, begging for change from

people in their cars. So, with the food I had bought for myself I went

outside to offer it to the homeless man. He denied. That fucker! He wanted

dimes and pennies for alcohol and drugs! Damn it! You try to help the

helpless fucks and it’s just not worth my time!!

and what about this, let me tell you...

Here in New York City, people die. They die because butt fucks in cars don’t

let the fire engines and ambulances through. It’s horrible. So, what do I do?

While others sit with their thumbs up their ass?

When a fire engine has to get through traffic, and beeping and screaming

and blowing its horn, and the moron New Jersey fucks and others block the

road and are deaf to the upcoming death in their cars- I stop the oncoming

traffic. Yes, I do - really. I jump out into the avenue, spread out my arms

and stop traffic, sure, some cars and taxis and trucks try to race thru and

run me over, but I stand my ground, and smack the sides of cars that race by me

and finally, I stop traffic. Because if i don’t do it,

no one will, and if no one does, then the stranger across town

dies because of the inconsiderate fucks here on the road.

I save lives every day, do you?

So, I’m The Good Samaritan of New York.

And that is my story.

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All Contents are TRUE

David Harth 1999-02-14 David Harth 1999-02-14

Growing Beautiful

When your hair turns grey

And a silvery white

After the sweaty tears

You rolled down all those nights

I’ll still be with you

And after your fingernails grow older

Become numb to the coldness

And become thick and yellowish

I’ll still be at your side

When your back begins to turn

And you lean towards the earth in honor

Of the years you have walked

I’ll still be with you

As you take showers to baths

And then less frequently

As grandchildren have grown

And our own have moved on

I’ll still be at your side

While you roam around

Finding the medication

Or comforting yourself

In an oak rocking chair

I’ll still be with you

No matter how long it goes on

How many wonderful wrinkles your skin develops

Or how many times I visit you in the hospital

I’ll be there for you

I’ll still brush your hair nightly

And kiss you goodnight

And goodbye

I’ll sit with you and speak with you

And hug you good morning

I’ll help you up from the chair

Or up the stairs to the door

I’ll light candles for you

And still do the dishes as you rest

I’ll reach the high places

And make the holidays perfect

I’ll still gaze into your eyes

Just as if we were young again

For all the years

That I grow with you

I want you to know

I’ll be there for you

And I still

Will be there for you

Forever

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David Harth 1999-01-14 David Harth 1999-01-14

Golden Years

Tempted cherry pops

Freezing Cold Rain

Just inside from the federal trip

Drug dealing happiness

Favors returned

Listening to her complain

Bitch

Her/ass the leftover

Clap! Clap!

Your hands together

Bounce around

From California

I’ll remember your ass.

Ha! You make me laugh

Golden Years

Let’s make a fabrication

Let’s make a baby

Darlin’

Come celebrate

With art and poetry

We’ll go down in history

To the fan’s syndrome

You dirty giant

You mixed media event

Feeling groovy

Like Mrs. Robinson

Keep the faith

Mr. Goldberg

I hardly know you

Take

Straddle

1, 2, 3 -- I fall asleep

McDonald’s

I’m your brain

Confuse my confusion

And I’ll be your left foot

For your Star Wars money

and 25¢

Dinkel Berry Trabant Man’s disease

Please play music

at my dear

Very own knees

Itis.

Months

With no mainstream

Those other boroughs

They burn like mosquitos in the sky

Rat-Tat-Tat! Rat-Tat-Tat!

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David Harth 1998-10-17 David Harth 1998-10-17

Goodbye

Saying goodbye

My heart is closed

Sealed forever

Because what you have done

You all, out there

My heart is dead

Suffocated to lifelessness

You have destroyed myself

Are you happy now?

You have taken down my fortress

And the thorns which protect

I’m saying goodbye

To nothing we had

I’m saying goodbye

To the angels in the sky

Harps are playing

I hear them with my adaptations

My love for you was always there

Even though I was unaware

You have killed me

And made me flat on this planet of dust

And leftover distributed feelings

I’m saying goodbye

To your ignorance

Your pathetic behavior

Your lack of lust

I’m saying goodbye

To all of you

On this autumn day

And I put the blade away

Just to give you one more chance

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

Ghosts (Version #2)

I am rapacious

and cannot be penetrated or thought about

Those who do tend to be defunct

Straight jacket tuxedo boys and gals

Laughing gas chambers

of ghosts come and gone

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

Ghosts

Dark cloudy skies

Open and come overcast

My eyes begin to water

Ringing Church bells

Lovers getting wed

Making love in honeymoon suites

God watching over

Telling me

And guiding my destiny

Tears rolling down

Make me silent

Through my own twists

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David Harth 1998-07-20 David Harth 1998-07-20

Green Eyes

Golden shimmer

Holding me

Commanding me

Her emerald green eyes feeling

Trying to see through

Examine

Her golden red hair

Flowing down

Back alley High School

Remembrance

Twos by twos

Not the same day blues

She looks out across rivers

A daily job

A friend by day

A memory at night

No drink at all

After daylight

We go to our locations

To sleep and wonder

She sleeps in new bedrooms

As I twist and turn

She knows my thoughts

About loved ones

And hated ones

She sleeps until the sunrise

As I tread the waters to meet her

She comes down fast

Upon my poetry and dollars

She shimmers in lights

And is a delight

A Times Square beauty

On the west most face

Staring out

I wish it was

Sleeping

I thankyou

Wonderful Friend

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David Harth 1998-03-11 David Harth 1998-03-11

Guns

Where are the guns!?

They destroy me

They eat at my soul

They make me piss in my pants

Yellow-stained jeans

Where are the guns!?

They make me nervous

They make me cum

They make me hard

Between the thighs

Where are the guns!?

The leftover scent

The touch and glare

The overwhelming blend

If I do so, I dare!

Where are the guns!?

They penetrate my mind

All my senses, all the time

They revolt me

And make my puke

They disgust me and make me fall

Where are my guns!?

They sing to me

In midnight dreams

On wet pillows

And cow cummed disease!

Where are my guns!?

They make me write and paint

And listen and explore

And kiss and kneel

And travel all around

Where are my guns!?

They make my death closer and closer

Near I come

Oh, Where are my guns!?

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David Harth 1998-01-29 David Harth 1998-01-29

god

you bitch

you demon

you make them believe

you make me a product

you make my mother beg

you are dirt

scum from my cock

you are a bum’s last urine

and you still come back

god

I don’t refer to you

I don’t capitalize you

I visualize you

I imagine you

I can picture you

god

you are evil

you are a baby’s breath

lost from a beaten husband

you are a hanger for pros

and lust from nukees out west

you are a marcher and become a face

of a priest or rabbi

even a CEO

god you are my television

you are a cleaner

you are my servant

because I form you

I mold you

you are only my thoughts

which I do not believe

do not believe

god you are a whisper

you are my love’s gate

and cage

and cook

god you do not exist

I am without a chest

I hear the sounds

the revolutions

and repetitions

but all you can give me

is parting seas

books of words

clothing full of assholes

and emblems representing your existence

I say fuck you

as I eat at your heavenly body

your soul

your belief

your printed matter

your trees and nicely cropped bush

I say fuck you

as your servants beg of you

kneel to you

bow to you

I do NOT capitalize you

or socialize with you

I put my hands out

and milk you of your existence

and nurse you as you die

upon my shoulders

god!

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