One Way Out
No one allowed in
Not even barbed wire fetishists
Or concrete expansions
No sexy blue-eyes from the West
Not even loving brothers of art
Or inspirational rebels of Sunday
No flexible IV drugs
Not even spinal taps, SPECT scans, and MRIs
Or doctors from Pennsylvania
No pop artists
Not even previous grocery baggers
Or today’s best interest
No women from the womb
Not even from authors of Mars
Or Vietnam writers and golden makers
No papas from hills and trees
Not even superb bombers
Or home-made cookie makers
No more salty tears
Not even a trace and scent
Or a remainder of my existence.
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.03.29.01:19:00 @ FLT#116
Oma and Opa
Intrepid trips and the mountains of the concord
Lake George and my first home cooked meal after Neuro
Drawings saved and cherished memories explored
Hanukkah mensch and false teeth
Jump with sister and battle ships and swords
Cardboard oats cars and super 8 lighting
Family of black elephants and looking at the field
Squirrel parks and peanut feeding
Cupped hands and locked doors
Green carpets and curved couches
Rockefeller Christmas and Empire State
Hugs kisses and the warmth I’ve never had
Fresh Chocolate Chip cookies, sprinkles too
Pineapple chicken and first night dinners
Videotaping U2 as I grow
Hershey’s chocolate milk and canned pears
The beach box fighting man
Never forget the Ten Dollar story left on a park bench
Museums and matchbox cars
Parades and snoopy
Dip of a chair, relax and lean back
Corned Beef deli sandwiches and a car driver
Not telling them what to do
Large flushing toilets
Opera singers and little David upstairs playing
Finding places, meeting people, aging with beauty
Mints and M&Ms if I dress right
Proud and pride that come from the heart
Poetry and perspective
Corners have light and the sisters were shot
Holocaust avoided, conquered, escaped, effected, affected
Past the surgeries, the pace, the cancer, the hearts, the loss
Sewing buttons and holes galore
Stories told and always shared, some hidden
Photographs explored, taken, remembered
Two short ones, one time I once shorter
Unconditional love - If I am so dare to say
© 1998 David Greg Harth
98.08.25.23:35:58@NJ
98.09.18.01:27:48@NJ
Ocean Space Is Where I Wait
Jesus or Moses
Seas and deserts
Among the rocks
Among the steam ships
Among the trains
And the radars that break barriers
Through the wires
Through the regions
We all bow
We all look up
Though even though I do not
Nor do he
I thank all that do for me
And those who do not
Among the bench
Among the ground
Among that mountainside
Among that cloud
We must reach it
That destination
Between that plain
Of imagination and destiny
Of fantasy and desire
Of truth and fiction
Of race and creed
Of sex and religion
Of death and life
Of morals and horror
Among the common ground
Among that sandbar
There is an ocean
Where we once belonged too
An ocean of colors
Of twinkles and currents
Of a surplus of stars
And spacious lives
An ocean of wonders
Of delicate beings
Of a generation undiscovered
And limitless time
Among that time
I will be there
Waiting for thy to come
Waiting for something real
I continue
I always wait
Until I die
Until I die
One day,
Many people will say,
“I wish it was me, and not him.”
© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.02.03.00:00:00@31USQWNYC