New Year’s Day: Learned
I learned she couldn’t sing
Couldn’t sing on top
Or even in the back
She danced
Taught me about dancing on the line
I couldn’t ignore the eyes
Just those eyes
It never was a blank stare
On a New Year’s Day
Not today
I’ve been great, how are you?
See you tomorrow
Not tonight
See you later
Not tonight
She hung up, never phoned me back
Left with her nipples hard,
Never Again
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.01.01.20:02:02 @ 296 NYC
New Year’s Day
New Year’s Eve 01-2002
I can’t sing tonight
I can only try to smirk
Try not to smile
I can only put my head down
Wrapped around in the fetal position
Jam Jam Jam
The doctors jam the needle in my spine
Drain Drain Drain
The doctors drain my spinal fluid
I can’t sing tonight
I’m not allowed
It’s not proper
It’s not right
It’s not connecting the dots
Father knows
Neuro Twelve Times Two In Two Thousand And Two
Not any more
Not here today
Gone today
More tomorrow
I can’t sing
No more singing
I can’t sing tonight
Just have to count those tiles
Up and down, up and down
Watch the Benz and Bulette go by
Go by
Go by...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
01.12.31.23:59:59@NYC
02.01.01.24:00:01@NYC
Elevator Music Stinks In My Pocket
What’s that smell?
It’s Elevator Music
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.23.19:54:37@296 NYC
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
Couldn’t Possibly
One more time
One last time
Said She
Morning hours now
Dawn light sheds its tale
On these white bed sheets
A cool glass of water
Sits on the bedside table
Moisture condensing on the side of the glass
Friday night’s bouquet sits alone
With nothing left to love
Not even a voice or tear
Tulips of orange and yellow
The scent capturing a moment
No longer here today, yesterday
A warm breeze enters the room
Lifting up the love note from the linens
Making it swirl around in the room
Can you find it?
Can you please find it?
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.16.16:25:00@TampaIntAirport
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
Escalators
I have to speak about Escalators.
There is little hope for the human race.
Very little hope.
I hate riding down the DOWN Escalator!
Why can’t people WALK down the DOWN Escalator?!
Is the human race getting that lazy?!
That they must stand while riding the Escalator going DOWN?!
Why can’t they walk down the damn Escalator?
Why do they just stand there,
waiting for the moving steps to bring them to the next walking surface?
Don’t they have someplace to go?
Isn’t that a great waste of time?
Life is about waiting.
We wait everywhere.
In traffic.
For a train.
At the bank.
In line for food.
Why do people force themselves to waste time by standing
on the DOWN Escalator?
It drives me NUTS!
How can we have world peace filled with intelligent people,
if people are so darn lazy they can’t walk DOWN the darn Escalator?
Before you know it, nobody will be walking. We’ll having moving sidewalks.
Then what will happen?
People will lose the functionality of our legs and they will fall off.
Then our butts will become nobbing knobs that roll and scoot across the land.
Legless. Hopeless.
Start walking DOWN the DOWN Escalator!
PLEASE! All of you! I beg you!!!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.10.01:42:28@296NYC
Enemy
Part I.
I am the Enemy.
I am the target.
Everyone hates me.
From South to West.
The married, the involved, the single.
I have done mad, evil things.
I am no longer, the icon of beauty,
the icon of what perfect mistakes can be.
I am no longer, the loved, the hero, the dreamer.
I am just an Enemy.
I am target number one.
I am the devil from hell.
I am God’s Enemy; I don’t believe in him.
I am the Enemy, by choice.
I am her lasting Enemy.
I am their worst nightmare; I caused children’s tears.
I am the Enemy.
I am evil.
I am removed, forgotten, brushed away.
I am looked down upon, frowned upon, spit upon.
People turn their heads as they pass me.
People turn their heads as thoughts of me run through their mind
Part II.
I am the Enemy.
Because I was being me, instead of someone.
I am the Enemy.
Because I am not here tonight, but elsewhere.
I am the Enemy.
Because I have caused pain, for the sacrifice of my own.
I am the Enemy.
Because I am human.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I’m a fool.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I have no soul.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I’m made of filth.
I am the Enemy.
Everyone thinks I deserve blood.
I am the Enemy.
Because soundtracks to films did not spell out my life story.
I am the Enemy.
Because I did not swear the truths I didn’t believe in.
I am the Enemy.
Because my mind escaped every day.
I am the Enemy.
Because you made me the Enemy.
Enemy Number One.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.12.06.03:48:02@296NYC
01.12.07.03:16:18@296NYC
Answer
I phoned you, but you didn’t answer.
You didn’t even bother to answer the phone.
I phoned you every hour on the hour,
yesterday.
You didn’t pick up
You just let it ring, ring, ring.
I must have awakened your neighbors
I must have made your sink overflow
I must have made the faucet,
go
drip,
drip,
drip.
The phone went
ring,
ring,
ring
I went to bed
I overslept
Put the pillow over my head
And got a bit wet
She’s getting married today
But you wouldn’t know
You don’t even care
You don’t give a shit
A rat’s ass
A New York City tail!
I phoned you yesterday
Over and over again
But you didn’t pick up
And you did not answer
You didn’t leave house
And you did not palm your thoughts
I phoned you all day
you went to shop
I went to stone
you went to flower
And I got nothing for the hol-iday
You came knocking at my door
tap,
tap,
tap
Nothing there
Nobody home
Went fishing
Gone fishing
Out to lunch
Be back in five
You came knocking at my door
Thought I was not alone
But you only found a silly throne
A stupid piece of leftover
A fish of surprise
No one else, just a jar of fat
A jar of fat
I won’t go back today
I didn’t come here to go back
Don’t take me back to the countryside
I won’t go back to the westside
The phone rang
High pitched scream
You don’t know what I mean?
But you just swallow and pretend
I phoned you
All day yesterday
You didn’t have the guts
You didn’t even have the balls
You just let it go -
ring,
ring,
ring
Nobody home ....
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.11.21.02:47:19@296NYC
Everything
I cut off my ear, I give it you
It’s for you, have my ear.
I cut off all my limbs, I give them to you
They are for you, have my limbs.
My art. It’s all yours. Everything.
I give it all to you.
My possessions. It’s all yours. Everything.
I give it all to you.
The last breath I contain. It’s yours. I give it to you.
I give you my last breath.
I give you my honor.
I give you my courage.
I give you everything I have.
I give you everything I will ever be.
I am the pain. Let me become the pain.
Let me become the eaten. The torn. The lost. The death.
I remove all my senses.
My lips. My tongue. My eyelids. My nostrils.
The touch, all removed.
My tears can only make you float.
Float to peace. It’s the only thing I can do.
I give you my last dance. I give you my last bouquet.
I give you the music I create. I give you the poetry in my heart.
I give you the entire world. The world in which I can only exist.
I give you my mind. I give you my soul. I give you my God.
I am the pain. Let me become the pain.
Let me become the fire. The scar. The nobody.
I give you everything. Everything that I have become.
Everything I fought for. Everything I dreamed up.
I give you everything I created. Everything I believed in.
Everything I stood for. Everything I loved.
I give you the silence. The storm. The twisted fingers in your hands.
I give you my two brains. I give you my truth. I give you my sadness.
I give you everything. Everything in this world.
but don’t leave me forgotten in this world...
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.11.15.04:33:00@296NYC
Yours
I can’t give it to you forever
Stand by your side
Give you the love you deserve
Give you the love you display
I can’t give you away
I can only dance with you until sunrise
I can only make love to you until sunrise
I can only share my dreams with you, a little longer
My fingers tremble
My stomach aches
My eyes close
Know that I would die for you
Die daily for you
Every day I would die for you
Please don’t lose your breath
Please don’t lose your soul
Please remember me forever
I can only cry so much longer
I can only destroy my insides for a little while longer
I can only quench the pain for some time
I can only listen to your heart today
I can only listen to my mind forever
I’m alone today
I have to be alone
In this city world
This new world
I have to be alone
No grains of sugar at my bed
No shared kisses
No shared holding
No shared hugs
No shared laughter
Only my tears
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.30.16:24:26 @ 1515 NYC
Booties (Version #2)
Booties.
I love you.
For 15 years you were a part of my life.
From childhood to young adulthood.
You witnessed me in my crying times.
You were beside me when my brain escaped the world.
You were beside me when I stayed up late to study for tomorrow’s high school exam.
You were beside me when I opened up Holiday gifts.
Of course, you always just wanted the box to play in.
You were beside me as I slept. Most nights, if not every.
You shared my bed and my bathroom sink.
I gave you dinner scraps, not below the table, but on the table.
I took you outside for exploration.
I held you tightly whenever I needed you.
You taught me about love.
With no language or instruction.
You did not speak to me or read to me.
Your comfort. Your fur. The love you provided me with. That is what taught me.
I could hear your heart beat.
I could hear your purr from down the hall.
I could hear your bell from down the block.
Booties.
You are a crazy cat.
Remember when Mum & Dad got that new mirrored closet in their bedroom?
You were racing around the house and into their room.
You then smacked right into the mirror! (You thought the room was longer!) ha ha!
You are a crazy cat.
Remember on Clay Street,
I had two windows in my room. One facing North and one facing West.
You were in the window sill and then ran downstairs. I then shut that window and opened the other.
A little while later you came racing in and jumped right up to the window sill where you just were.
Only that window was closed! And you went SMACK! right into the window, and fell down!
Remember?
You are a crazy cat.
You escaped outside (Mum is usually at fault)
You ran through the woods.
And I bolted after you! You were so fast! But I needed you! So, I caught up and brought you back home.
You are a crazy cat.
Remember exploring?
You got stuck in a wall 5 feet down!
Mum had to punch a hole in the wall just to get you out!
You are a crazy cat.
Remember how many times you would run into the garage?
What would I do?
I take the plastic wiffle ball bat and bang it against the floor!
That would scare you and you would race back inside!
You are a crazy cat.
Remember you would always hide in the front closet each time you had the chance?!
You would run in whenever someone grabbed a jacket or took out the vacuum cleaner?
Sometimes after the entire day went by, we would find you sleeping in the locked closet!
Silly cat!
Booties.
I recall all of your favorite spots.
All curled up in the bathroom sink.
Even if the water still dripped on your tail or back; you didn’t care.
In the heap of fresh warm clean laundry, right from the dryer.
You would love it, of course Mum wouldn’t. Your fur got all over the clean clothes!
How about that black bean-bag chair. The one with the green and orange blanket.
You made that little dip your home, didn’t you?
Of course, my bed too. I’d find you there all the time.
What about the living room chair? And sofa pillows.
You would flatten those pillows to fit your every curve.
How about the dining room chairs on occasion? Hiding under the table.
I could always find you.
How about all curled up in my dresser draw or even just a shoe box?
I also remember another favorite spot.
How about wrapped around the back of my neck?
That was pretty cool, eh?
Booties.
You loved Tuna night.
It wasn’t tuna for you, but Tuna for Cara and I.
You knew it immediately. As soon as Pop took the can opener out. You were down in the kitchen right away!!
You loved French fries and pasta and potato chips.
You loved fish and meat and even had a fine taste for ear wax. (Yes, I know what you like!)
Booties.
Remember how we played?
I used to take that tiny gold Christmas ball and unravel some of the gold string and drag it
around the house. You chased those balls all over. And I would have to take the cane and
get the ones you lost from underneath the couch.
You would always go after flashlights or the laser pointer.
You went crazy for bugs.
And loved catnip.
Remember stalking each other?
I was pretty good, for a human, eh?
Booties.
Your soft grey fur.
Your white tummy.
And white little paws; making those boots, those booties.
Your half white mustache.
Your white whiskers.
Your golden green eyes.
Your curiosity.
Your love that no one could forget. No visitor, not even an enemy.
Your desire to sleep and eat and play.
They are tiny compared to the energy, that you had devoted to love me, and to love others.
Booties.
I love you forever
Thank you for waiting for me.
I’m sorry it took so long.
But you knew I would be there for you,
as you went, when you were ready.
Gracefully. Peacefully.
I love you forever.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.19.03:00:44@296NYC
Dedicated to Booties, my cat.
Booties
Booties is dead.
I saw him go in peace.
His eyes locked with mine.
He was calm and innocent.
Not a meow or a flinch.
He seemed to lay lifeless on the table even before injected.
His tumor now the size of an eggplant.
His body frail.
He wasn’t able to drink for days.
A 22 pound cat now a 4 pound skeleton.
His bony structure unstable on four feet.
His drive to explore still there.
Curious as can be.
Dehydrated into nothingness.
Sadness.
A decomposing filth.
His stench was an invitation to death.
Now dead.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.19.01:29:13@296NYC
I Didn’t Promise God Anything
I didn’t make any promises
I didn’t even give you my word
Or set up crosses
I didn’t promise god shit
He promised me the world
Riches and gold and glorious inspiration
He promised me love
Beautiful women, sea grass and hills filled with flowers and peace
He promised me life
Long lasting, never ill, and forever solid full of health
I Didn’t Promise God Anything
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.10.15.20:06:03@NYC
Interrupted Continuum Better Environment, made Broadcast
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
01.08.01.00:00:00@NYC
01.09.01.00:00:00@NYC
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