Sewing

If I had a hobby,

It would be sewing.

I'd like to learn to sew.

My grandfather was a tailor.

I pass these magnificent tailors at laundry shops and wash & dry centers.

I see the tailors sit in the front window or in the back of the shop.

They come from different countries, speak different languages, each has a distinct look. 

I'd like to learn to sew,

Because if I knew how to sew,

I’d sew that thin thread back together,

That thin thread that is barely holding my life together.

That very thin thread that is the only thing that lies between

my life

and my death.

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.02.05.10.57.00@296NYC

She’s In Love

Stopped eating months ago,

Took off her gown, her dress,

Finished up her hair,

Put away her make up,

It was Tuesday,

She’s in love now.

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.01.10.16:15:07@599BwayNYC

Sleeping (Version #2)

There is no time to sleep.

Only to command.

Movements of research beneath the sheets.

Let communists suck my thick cock.

Blondes line down the street

An officer finds my hole.

Peggy and take it on in.

Critics say I’m nothing

But they haven’t even critiqued.

I drool, I spit, I defecate, I spunk like two G’s.

Thank you Benjamin.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.10.22.15:30:00@505HudsonNYC

Standing For No Reason

I’m standing for no reason.

No reason at all.

But I want to meet you.

I cannot sit and I cannot read and I cannot listen to music.

I’ll stand until the exit and I’ll stand until the rain.

I’ll stand until the end and I’ll stand until you have completed.

I’ll stand forever until I meet you.

For it is you that I stand for.

You are the reason I stand,

I stand for nothing.

And nothing is what I stand for.

With no reason I stand.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.10.22.14:49:19@599BwayNYC

Sherwood Forest

He's big and bulky.

A wire trapped in his ear.

He was careful, cautious, manly.

A piece so very large, prominent and hidden.

He wouldn't let me get near Putin.

Never would he, he didn't really care, but he warned,

The Russians will shoot first, and they have every right to do so.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.09.04.17.35.00@296NYC

Suicide (Version #3)

I think of suicide every day.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.08.20.02:28:13@296NYC

She Loves You

Because you are in love with another woman.

Because your heart belongs to someone else.

Because you are committed.

Because you are head over heels.

That is why, she loves you.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.08.08.11:20:00@599BwayNYC

Sad Heart

I hate my day job.

I love a woman.

I can’t perceive that I will live the rest of my life doing what I do today.

I contemplate regularly killing myself, more often than you could imagine.

I wish I could see my niece and nephew every day.

I wish I had unlimited funds of money.

I wish I was a little taller.

Despite my great girth of my cock, I wish I was a little bit longer.

Sometimes I wish my nose sloped differently.

I wish my gut was smaller.

I don’t understand why there is crap at some galleries and I’m at none.

I wish I was a better poet.

I am darker than anyone can imagine.

Not my sister, not my one

Not a therapist, and not a psychoanalyst.

I’m dangerous. Be aware.

This is not a note of death.

Its truth. Its honesty. And I’m not afraid to admit it.

In the end, it’s just language, words written, a poem perhaps.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.04.24.14:15:08@205HudsonNYC

Shit

I’m tired of this shit

Shit on the walls

Shit on the stalls

Shit here, there and everywhere.

I’m tired of your shit

His shit and her shit

My shit and their shit

Political shit, emotional shit, and art shit

I’m tired of painting shit

Sculpting shit, producing shit, pushing shit

Making shit, eating shit, drinking shit

I’m tired of all this shit.

I’m tired of the shit standing

Shit traveling, shit escaping, shit music

Shit reads, shit plays, shit films

Shit mom, shit dad and shit you.

I’m tired of the shit

But mainly the shit on the wall

No more shit on the wall

Tired of the shit

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.04.13.20:01:23@296NYC

Slow Madness

I’m going mad

Telling you lies

Why won’t you love me?

He knocks his head against the door frame once more.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.03.15.13:09:41@205HudsonNYC

Sleeping Commercially

She’s organizing

Preparing

And categorizing

She’s Putting things in order

Labeling

And sorting

She’s twisting, she’s turning

Placing and calculating

She’s doing the math

She’s doing the science

Figuring it out

Finding the proportion

She’s got the formula going

She found the quantity

And the cost

She’s classifying

And arranging

She identified

Grouped and determined

She found the need

Completed the task

And she’s specifying

Determining

And sifting

She’s compartmentalizing

Finding solutions

And she’s sleeping

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.02.09.16:01:39@205HudsonNYC

Swollen Thursday

A romp

You left me swollen

In my eye,

You punched

I’m never dry

I’m sore

Left that taste in your mouth

So sour

I pour

I’m drenched

Tonight -  open up the door

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.02.01.12:46:42@205HudsonNYC

Samuel Beckett

I have never told this to anyone,

but I speak the truth

and the truth comes out from under me

out from under the rocks and wet leaves

it’s taken years of abuse and admittance

of waiting in lines and for my hair to fall out

years of using deodorant and years of eating T.V. dinners

but I figured I’d tell the truth now

because better now then never

especially since I’m going blind

and the doctors say I only have nine more months to live

and live I shall,

live I shall

I made love to Samuel Beckett.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.17.21:18:21@296NYC

Sandwich Crust

I’m sorry,

but you can’t have my sandwich crust.

I’m saving my crust for someone else.

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.10.12:21:13@205HudsonNYC

Snatch Hunt

I’m trying to seek you out.

I’m ready to kidnap you.

Devour your last breadth.

Steal your last pulse.

I’m on the hunt.

I’m on the hunt for new snatch.

Got some snatch I can snack on?

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.11:48:11@205HudsonNYC

Sea Garden

You are my mermaid

Flowing in and out of my life

The current takes you to my heart

The very depths of which

You have made your home

Settled inside my cave of emotions

A breeze above the sea blows

Trade winds bring you near

Then take you far

You are my pearl

My greatest discovery

A hidden treasure found

My every day paradise

My heart’s companion

The spell which has kept me

Sea creatures of the North

Golden chariots take us forth

To my kingdom of love under the sea

A place for you and me

Sea creatures of the South

Put your rose lips to my mouth

Let your eyes look beyond the sea

Open wide and tell me that I am he

Sea creatures of the East

My eyes upon you have never seen such a feast

In this blue water sea

It is time to be with thee

Sea creatures of the West

I know you wish to settle in my nest

Where you and I become one with the sea

No more shall I make plea

Ride the waves of the world

Don’t let yourself miss the wind

For the zephyr has taken you to my arms

Continue to capture it and seize it

Let the winds lead you further

To the hands I offer and heart I open

A new dawn has risen

Rays of the sun penetrate these waters

My blue eyes are not yet ice

Opportunity has knocked on the hull

Let’s make love as the sails ripen us

It’s time to throw the nautical charts to the wind

Filled with intellectual delight and exquisite beauty

You are my everything love

My garden beneath the sea

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.27.24:00:14@296NYC

September End

(I)

Month’s end is here

My eyes shed lonely tears

My heart is bleeding

Like the Antarctic Sea

Love for you has not disappeared

The symphony awaits your attendance

Passenger trains are filled

With but one love

When blue eyes of Kansas met blue eyes of York

No one told us there would be a solar eclipse

(II)

I wish not to sleep alone tonight

My sheets await your arrival

Do not stay out too late

I’ll keep the light on

Claim that you are free

And become my forever angel

You are my compass to life’s journey

A path in the commitment of two warm hearts

(III)

Take my hand

Waltz with me

Through the hall of love

Showering arrows from heaven above

I’ll put on my finest suit

You’ll wear your softest silk

We’ll dine on the breadth of the moon

Backlit among the lights of Paris

(IV)

Let my tongue greet your October thighs

Like it has never done before

It’s me down below

Licking at your morning dew

Let our cries of tender desire

Rattle the ground that all others walk upon

And let our love making sweat

Make the sun jealous

(V)

Month’s end is here

My eyes shed lonely tears

The autumn air has moved across the Hudson

Each day gets colder as they go by

I hear the screams from your heart

Your deepest part always welcomed

A sunset without you in my life

Is like volcanic ash filling my lungs at night

I leave my love with one last sentence

Live as if there were no tomorrow

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.10.12.24:39:46@296NYC

She came and went

I waited.

She came and went.

I waited.

Alone I am left.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.09.17.12:41:16@296NYC

Start The Break, Break The Start

Don’t start the break before you even started.

Don’t break the start before we even started.

Start before you break.

And break after you start.

But never break before you start.

So don’t break the start.

Instead, start after the break.

And don’t break the start.

You can’t start the break before you start.

So start before the break and after the break.

Break the start and start the break.

Start the break and break the start.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.08.21.16:41:44@205HudsonNYC

Stone

My heart, once ached, now stone.

My heart, once available, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My eyes, once matched yours, now stone.

My eyes, once opened bedside, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My hands, once held yours, now stone.

My hands, once cupped your breasts, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My soul, once enlightened by yours, now stone.

My soul, once shared yours, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My spirit, once beautified by yours, now stone.

My spirit, once raised by you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My poetry, once inspired by you, now stone.

My poetry, once written for you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My mind, once wrapped in yours, now stone.

My mind, once thought of you, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My life, once seen with you, now stone.

My life, once here to stay, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My laughter, once engaged with yours, now stone.

My laughter, once loud with smiles, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

My voice, once whispered in your ear, now stone.

My voice, once spoken words of love, now stone.

You have turned me to stone.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.07.31.02:20:32@205HudsonNYC