She Said
I loved her mysterious brown eyes
I loved her beautiful brown hair
I loved her soft skin against mine
I loved her as she kissed my mouth
I loved her hair against my chest
I loved her lips exploring my navel
I loved her nipples perking through
I loved her tight ass
I loved her smooth legs
I loved her arms around mine
I loved her music she created in bed
I loved her going down on me
I loved her scent surrounding my neck
I loved her toes touching mine
I loved her fingers running through my hair
I loved her wrapping around me
I loved her sweating in the night with me
I loved her midnight tease
I loved her in the evening
I loved her in the day
I loved her today, and yesterday
As I crawled down beneath the sheets
Slowly towards her inner thigh
About to stick my tongue and twirl
Taste her warmness, her wetness, her insides, her sweetness,
She said “I am sorry”
As I approached nearer with my tongue
My eyes wide open
I saw she had a cock, and she was a he, and not my she ...
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.20.02:43:44@296NYC
Song of Bangladesh
I am Bangladesh!,
I am the power of the sky!
I am Bangladesh!,
I am the power of the sky!
I am Bangladesh!,
I am the power of the sky!
(*) repeat versus until
you are fully pulled
between intersections
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.13:00:00:00@StPetersburgFL
Silent Moment, Silent Fantasy
It was for only one moment.
I caught your eye for that single moment.
The rush filled my veins.
My heart quickly pumped my body full of my warm blood.
It was for only a short while.
A paused moment in time.
Silent.
It was wonderful. Beautiful. Like nothing I have ever experienced.
Ever witnessed. Ever felt. Ever thought of.
It was beyond belief.
It was a single moment in time.
Beyond the most intimate fantasies.
Beyond the most intimate connections.
For one silent moment in time.
You caught my eye.
Our eyes connected.
We held each other for eternity.
Like a single flame in the fire.
Intense.
Nobody saw the moment.
Just you and I.
Experienced in its silent epic.
A story untold to thousands, unreal.
A silent moment, a silent fantasy.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.10.02:03:41@296NYC
September 11th 2001
It’s a beautiful day
Sunny. Warm. Not a cloud in the sky.
Peaceful. A day that all should get wed on.
A day that all should play ball on. A day that all
should be on a swing set. A day that all should picnic on.
A day that all should take a winding walk on.
Now there is one cloud in the sky. A huge tremendous wrong cloud.
A black cloud over Manhattan attacking Brooklyn from West to East.
A flowing evil cloud with Financial Paper debris. With lifeless thoughts
and burnt dreams. With the smell of body parts of falling lovers.
Today is a national holiday. I’ll have off work next year. What will I do?
It’s a beautiful day. My world is gone. My children live in a new world today.
Everything is different. Milk and bread, no longer. Milk and bread, is the new.
Watch your back, and watch your friend.
Watch your enemy, and watch your friend.
Watch your front, and watch your friend.
It’s so sunny and warm out. I’m mad. I’m angry.
I’m furious. I’m intense. I’m not walking backwards.
I’m moving. I’m coming. I’m leading.
It was a beautiful day, today.
I’ll never forget it. Won’t forget it.
I’ll have America in me every day.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.11.15:00:00@296NYC
Suicide (Version #2)
Today I thought about killing myself.
Thought about the ways I could.
I could stab myself.
I could shoot myself.
I could go to the shop and run circular saws over my body.
Drill my head.
But If I did all this, my boyfriend won’t be able to fuck me anymore.
I’d be nothing.
Just a dead woman.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.07.13.01:59:57@296NYC
Spoken Word
If you let me write poetry on you
Ink on your inner thigh
Put my mark on your inner thigh
Would you let me read
Would you let me give you
My spoken word?
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.06.19.14:19:09@1515NYC
Super Alien
Streak stream
Zoom on by
New products
New revolutions
Shreak!!!
Zip Zap Boom BLAM!
Zippity Zoopity Zop Blop Dop!
Ding Dam Boom Bram!
Shring bing bong boof!!!!
Beep deep beep boop!
Bring ring ding ding!!!
Silver flesh
Super Alien
Go away
Go away
Silver fresh
Super Alien
Come back tonight
Tonight...
Make the force
Field shield make a love fest, nest
Fry don’t lie to me slink dink
Wow N round!
Job bee dee!
BLAM BLAM!
shut shut shut shut
Damn! Damn!
BRRRrrrraaaammmm!!!!
BOOM!
chaga chaga chaga DING!
silver fresh
Alien speed
Alien need
Super Alien!!!
Super Alien!!!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.04.24.16:43:43 @ 1515 NYC
Sad
Sad because you don’t know why
Sad because I made a black painting
Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear
Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me
Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy
Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music
Sad because she knows
Sad because she is so mighty
Sad because she is so beautiful
Sad because she is so right
Sad because she is so tremendous
Sad because she is not here
Sad because she is not mine
Sad because a candle burns alone
Sad because I smell of smoke
Sad because I’ve been sold
Sad because my property went
Sad because
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City
Sea Of Grass
Long stemmed Japanese grass
Swallowed me up
And baby birds fell from the sky
In the curves of my ear
I could hear the soundtrack of my life
An orchestrated musical journey
She twisted around me
Encompassed my passion
She knew my thoughts and circled my being
The panda bear sits eating still leaves
The butterfly floats on a shared dream
The ladybug survives an ocean tide
Today is brought to me
Delivered with soft hands
And brown eyes
She sits and waits
I search and turn
We join again and again
Nothing stopping
Not even poison or ice
I sit and wait
She is the cherished speed
We join again and again
Nothing stopping
Not even red glows or gliding rubber
We are two
From an island unknown
But we survive
Grow together
We follow the examples
of the great panda bear
delicate butterfly and soft ladybug
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.08.11.22:00:00@296NYC
00.09.12.12:39:00@296NYC
Scent (Version #2)
I love it when
I can still smell your scent
On the bath towel you just used
On the pillow case you just slept on
On the shirt of mine you just borrowed
I love it when
I can smell your scent
When I’m up against your neck
Sleeping next to your shoulder
Or licking the curves of your back
I love it when
I can still smell your scent
On the sheets I wrap myself in
On the candle you just burned
On the soap you just used
I love it when
I can smell your scent
When I hold your hand
Remembering your eyes
Or kissing your lips
I love it when
I can still smell your scent
On the card you sent me
On the shoulder you cuddled upon
On the flowers you left behind
I love it when
I can smell your scent
When I’m hugging you goodbye and hello
Smiling with your heart
Or listening to your passion
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.06.20.09:14:13@296NYC
00.06.22.01:45:11@296NYC
Satan’s Pride
I walked in
Brain went warm and swelled
I was wet in my mouth and dry in the eyes
The stained glass colors made the thick columns gay
Palms were in my palms
I held them, felt them, but could not sculpt them
A crowd gathered
No famous person here
No Hollywood make-believe
No rock-star
Calm
Sitting still
Listening
Learning
And feeding on the truth of those before me,
Infront of me, behind me and all around me
This is the hour when he triumphed over Satan’s pride
The hour when he can deliver and show me the reason for arches
The hour when my eyes stop twitching
This is the hour when he triumphed over Harth’s pride
The hour when art became true reality
The hour when my palms dropped to the hard wood
Organ sound systems
Tight
The scent surrounding
Deep swallowing I roll back
I wish I could turn around and see who is standing at the door
I drank a cup of wine
And the invisible man did not show
I drank a cup of wine
And plagued my bread and butter
I could not dip
For I might burn
I could not walk
For I might burn
But the suicides tell me Ill burn in hell
And the snowfall lit her night and broke glass on the steps
But the beauties tell me to obey
And the men bring the cure
This is the hour when he triumphed over Satan’s pride
This is the hour when he triumphed over Harth’s pride
This is the hour
And the hour lasts
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.04.21.03:23:56@296NYC
Speechless
Speechless
Wordless
Only a Kiss
Can convey my feelings
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.03.16.10:22:01 @ Q-Train NYC BWAYLAF->TIMESSQ
Snowfall
It’s 1am
And I’m wandering these old streets
of lower Manhattan
The gentle snow is cascading down
Each flake is reflected
in the yellow light of the lamppost
I walk on the snow covered
cobble stone roads
I see the whiteness forever
settling on the red brick buildings
bordering these street labyrinths
It’s cold in the air
I can see my breath
But all around
I feel warm
The snow falls on my hair
Covers my jacket
And lays upon my soft lips
Everywhere I look
Snow falls in patterns of joy
In a hurry to fall and land
They land on window sills
And on parked cars
Even on dogs walking by
They land on my feet
And on my ears
Even on the space between my upper lip and nose
I see all this beautiful snow
It blankets the city down
And I smile
How could I not think of you
When I see such beauty in this world?
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.02.04.04:47:43@296NYC
Sexually Explicit Uncomfortable-ality
I thrust my cock deep inside of her pussy.
She sucked my cock.
Deep throat.
I fucked her hard.
I ate her out.
I finger-fucked her.
I penetrated her young innocence
I cummed on her face.
She fucked me hard.
She licked my cock.
I tit-fucked her.
I sucked her.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.01.28.02:00:00 @ New York City
Shit Blood
It’s been 3 days
And 3 nights
For 3 days
And 3 nights
Ive had blood in my shit
Shit in my blood
Red blood shit
I’ve shitted my blood, red
Red shit
My shit had blood
And bled from my ass
As I shit, shit red
Blood shit
Red shit
For 3 days
And 3 nights
I’ve bled in my shit
From my red shit ass
Shit red
Blood shit
Don’t go up my ass
I don’t want to shit
Blood red shit
Shit
Red shit
From my ass
Blood drip
From my shit
Shit red
Red Shit
Blood red
Shit
From my red ass
Blood in my shit
Don’t shit up my ass
My shit was red
For 3 days
And 3 nights
I shit my blood
And red was my shit
© 1999 David Greg Harth
99.11.16.16:27:30@1515NYC
The Sound Of Silence
Deaf
I hear nothing
Silence
She made me keep quiet
An orchestra of violins
And ultramarine hues
Asian sun
Humid air over my two moons rising
The ocean steps foward on white sands
Three times I called out
No return, no echo
Shaved myself clean today
No stubble on my jaw
No under arm hair or eyebrow hair
Just an empty road taken alone
Curving and bending
Oncoming cars and hotel tips
My army shirt
Afternoon tea and biscuits
She made me deaf
I drown in the pools of my tears
They swallow my body and shadow
And I sink to the bottom of the dark blue
In the coldness of silence
As Iπm kneeling down infront
I hear an angels voice calling my name
Breathing in the ebony air
Wrap my arms around empty self
My tears of salt and past drop to the floor
The aged wooden floor absorbs my history
And the dreams of fallen teeth
Fly up to the windows from beneath my stained self
I hear nothing
The thoughts in my head
Yells from my father and mother
Wind birds on my shoulder
The silence now buried
And you can kiss the air and taste the scent
Chisel my name into your stone heart and memory
Always remember that I cared you
© 1999 David Greg Harth
1999.09.03.24:13:25 @ 296 and 1999.09.05.23:56:12 @ 296