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Haven’t talked to you in a while.
The storm has passed
I couldn’t find my way around the walls.
The darkness shadowed my beliefs, it was the night’s thief
Haven’t seen you in a while.
Saw you upstairs, behind the bedroom light
Asked you to pass the salt,
you wouldn’t
Asked you to pass the pepper,
you wouldn’t
Haven’t talked to you in a while.
Felt your ear against mine, but haven’t heard your voice
Felt your eyes look at my insides, but I’m already blind
Felt your hands on my heart, but haven’t bled enough
Felt your soul in my soul, but I don’t even know your name
Haven’t had peace in a while.
Found it yesterday
She introduced herself
She had the most amazing name
A crucial name, a beautiful, unusual name.
A name I’ve never heard of, a name so intense it’s hard to comprehend.
A name that only horns and organs of love can play.
A name that only children dream of.
A name that encompasses the world.
A name that is so powerful, it makes me cry.
Her name was Zero.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.05.03:48:00@296NYC
WIDCDKWIDNWKWBTILMMTEAE
Lust de Bator
Met you at Graceland
I want to watch you play
Rub yourself away into heaven
Forget about today’s smoke
Watch you in the night
Look you under the covers
You are the great one
Masturbating away
Lust all around
Met you the other day
Can’t shake off this sugar
Sweet touch will make you cum
Haven’t realized the needs
Let it out and touch you
Reach you high with an invitation
Speaking in words of ten
Thinking in circles
I want to watch you play
Listen to your sounds
See your body movement
Up and down around town
Elevated above the air
High above today’s sheet
Sinking down in the softness
Your own hard penetration
Your fingers deep inside
Let me see you
I want to see you
This smoke will clear away
Elvis is back
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.04.02:23:21 @ 296 NYC
Capital Of The World
Embroidery Capital Of The World
King Crab Capital Of The World
Tupperware Capital Of The World
Chocolate Capital Of The World
Short Pig Capital Of The World
Caffeine Capital Of The World
Horseradish Capital Of The World
Dead Stinky Capital Of The World
Lonely Capital Of The World
Fishing Capital Of The World
© 2001 David Greg Harth
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01.10.01.00:00:00@NYC
Todd
I love you.
You are the greatest of human beings
You are music to the ears of doves
You are inspiration to live
You are the king of civilization
You are bright light at the darkest times
You are mighty, strong, wonderful
You are great, brave, real
You are my hero,
and I would do the same for you, any day.
But today, you did it for all of us,
A moment of silence, for you,
remains in my heart yearly.
Dedicated to Todd Beamer, a Human Hero
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.29.01:00:00@296NYC
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Waiting for the fuckin clock
The world will close
Nothing left
Tick Tock
I’m running out of time
I’m waiting for you
I don’t want you to hold my hand
Tick Tock
It’s fuckin late
I’m going to be late
It won’t be on time
Tick Tock
No more time
I missed it
Ran out of time
Tick Tock
You were late
I am gone
Nothing left
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.25.16:16:16 @ 1515 NYC
Peace, Goodbye
Fighter fly
Go away
I don’t want to see you
Today
Helicopter
Shed your wing
Split up the light
The twins once made shade
It surrounds us tonight
Stench of rotting
Death at my door
I don’t want to cover my mouth anymore
Whole digger
Dig your own
My family is hurt
And I bury my friends
United States
I don’t know what to say
I burn your symbol on four
But today I see the shine from sea to sea
Come back and set foot
Put you in the ring
And a street fight from my fist
Ill blow you to bits
After sitting down forever in peace
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.19.22:38:42@296NYC
You Mother Fucker
You mother fucker
Bomb the Embassy
Bomb another Embassy
Bomb the USS Cole
Bomb the Pentagon
But don’t ever
Ever step into my fuckin back yard
My fuckin New York City
My fuckin America
And Kill my friends, my family, and my neighbors
Now you’ve really fuckin pissed me off!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
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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
10048
Happy Birthday.
Please join us for our wedding day.
I love you.
Happy New Year.
Miss you.
Thinking of you.
Your order number.
You owe.
Congratulations!
You are invited.
Daddy,
Mommy,
Sister,
Brother,
Uncle,
Aunt,
Son,
Daughter,
Grandpa,
Grandma,
Friend,
Didn’t even know you
But I’ll send you a postcard from the heart,
daily.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.11.09:30:00@296NYC
Indigo
Indigo by the ninth sea
Room lit by TV
Your hair shown in a glare
Leaning over the wooden bar
Reflections cast on window panes
A mixture of London and African decent
Hidden secrets and oceans arriving
Don’t know what to say, but Monday away
Indigo in my mind
Blue all over the streets
Indigo I denied tonight
Blue under the sheets
Indigo poured rain
Blue inside a tear
Indigo blew a fire
Blue my great fear
See you at the sea,
Indigo.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.11.03:18:21@296NYC
Dark
I wrote a poem today.
I wrote it for you.
I read it out loud.
For the world to hear.
The angel’s ears were open.
They listened and judged.
They took me by the hand.
And turned me around.
They threw me up against the wall.
Took the needles out of my pocket.
Arrested me for love.
And carried me away to God.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.09.03.17:55:55@296NYC
Burn
I want to light you on fire
You in your suit
White collar
Golden nugget around your finger
I want to burn you
Burn you to death
I want to see the fire come between your teeth
In the cracks see the fire
See the lies light up in reds and yellows and oranges
Burn you
Burn you to death
I want to show you the blue light
The intense heat and take your Italian suit to the morgue
I want your flesh to burn and all at Broadway to watch
Burn burn burn
I want to light you on fire
And throw a happening around your stench
Burn you to the cross
Or burn you to the market stock
Burn you to the television
Or burn you in the Hamptons
I want to see you burn
I want to hear your heated screams
I want to see your flesh melt
And the dollar coins fall from your pockets
Back to my earth
Burn, burn, burn.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.28.16:30:00 @ 1515 NYC
01.08.30.03:13:00 @ 296 NYC
Lush, Bizarre Musings, and Brain Spillage
Damn, you are diligent about transportation safety ... I’ve gotta take some
tips from you ! I just retain this stuff because my mother raised me with
the belief that death was just around the corner in the form of an accident,
a germ, a pervert ... everywhere you looked in my childhood the grim reaper
was flapping his leathery wings. Actually, the hoof-and-mouth drama in
Britain offered bittersweet nostalgia for me and my siblings ... sweet
because it brought back remembrances of Mom warning us that we’d get it if
our lips touched the spout on a water fountain ... bitter because I
discovered her abject lie that humans can’t get it ! First Santa Claus,
then hoof-and-mouth ... where does the deception end ?
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.30.02:34:44 @ 296 NYC
Two Hundred Thirty Eight
Swallow the numbers dialed
Swallow the bird’s chirp
Swallow the phrases the King has said
Swallow the instructions taught
Swallow the reflection of yourself
Swallow the company
Swallow the middle of the road
Swallow the darkness of the night
Swallow the work that has to be done
Swallow the washed sheets
Swallow the man and woman
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.23.02:20:39 @ 296 NYC
Nowhere
...in the middle of the sentence, she got up from the oak table,
and walked out. She in her ravishing red velvet dress that has
been worn out for many years. Threads hung from it until they
dragged along the beer-soaked wooden floor. She dragged her
tapestry of filth with her, like the slutty Vegas whore she was.
Walked right out away from me, passed the yellow hissing lights
and drunk couples who only dream of copulating in pornographic
films. Passed the midget on the bar stool who is smothering his
oversaturated moustache in the cleavage of a buxom blonde bitch.
She walked swiftly in that red old dress, I could hear her
thighs move back and forth, swish, as they rubbed her pubic
hairs together like Velcro...
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.17.12:32:38 @ 1515 NYC
Buh- bye
And with those last words
She paid her dues
She’s gone forever
Turned the corner
Never before here again
“Buh- bye”
“Buh- bye”
She said in her muttered voice
Her hair messed up
Like she just got up
From last night’s pancake house
Flattened
I won’t see her around here no more
Not at the cornerstone
Not at the bar
Not at the leftover room
Or under-stove stool
“Buh- bye”
She said
In her soft-toned voice
Her scratchy vocals
Her song of songs
“Buh- bye”
She said in my ear
Whispered to my insides
Kept from me for years
“Buh- bye”
She said along
Sing along
A children’s song
“Buh- bye”
She said
And she was gone
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.16.16:37:19 @ 1515 NYC
Green Alaska
I adore you, Green Alaska.
Your mountains, your beauty, your forests, your animals.
Your courage, your hidden talent, your devilish intentions, your dance.
I adore you, Green Alaska.
Your intense kindness, your happiness, your sounds, your silence.
Your belief, your children, your eyes, your drive
I adore the green shade of your skin
The coldness of your heart
And the ache that is found within
I adore you, Green Alaska.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.15.22:00:20 @ 296 NYC
I Don’t Give A Shit, But You Send It To Me Anyway (Version #2)
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© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.08.10.12:10:00 @ 1515 NYC