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Julie & Meryl

Julie & Meryl

Are two lucky ladies

Two lesbian lovers

Loving in love

 

Julie & Meryl

Jam & Jelly

Cock-a-doodle doo

Laughter ruff ruff whooo!

 

Julie & Meryl

Smack my bottom

Meet you at the gallery

I’ll be gathery

Sigs from them and them

 

Julie & Meryl

Sitting in a carriage

Singing in a tree

Sweeping the cookies

Wish I was under her knee

 

Julie & Meryl

Silly girls at toe

Whose toe?

Tow my toe

I don’t like or tell

Tell a tale

I have no tail!

 

Julie & Meryl

Meet you at blue

See you at two

Right over here and there

 

Julie & Meryl

Are two friendly ladies

Met em years ago

And now I’ve written Poe, a tree.

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.05.01:36:30@296NYC

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Weapon

My weapon today, coffee

My weapon tomorrow, Mr. Rabbitfuck

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.04.20:44:00@296NYC

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Coffee Shop

It was in the Coffee Shop

Where we met face to face

I was drinking mine black

You entered from the rear

Came right up to me

Standing over me at the table

In your black fitted suit

 

My one hand grasping the ceramic mug

My other hand placed on the clean smooth table

Sugar, salt shaker, pepper shaker, sit on the surface

 

You approached me without warning

Now hovering over me

Towering over my structure and thin beard

Dressed in black

 

We exchange words

Only briefly

With secret glances

Opera music plays in the background

Filling the surroundings

Echoing in our minds

Together

 

Languages not understood

Flash by my ears

My piece sits in my jacket pocket

We acknowledge that our paths have been crossed

The blue hiss from the lights above radiates us with an iridescent glow

Like fish in the dead sea

I’m unaware that our paths will cross once more

With you murdering me

Not knowing who I am or what I am made of

 

You depart my table

Your black suit taken with you

You exit through the front

I sip my black coffee

And think about my love

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.05.01.13:08:50@1515NYC

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Money

i’ve been doing some exterior work on my house as of late. i guess the

activity attracts people. on tuesday a man knocked on my door with two

handfuls of pennies asking for work and telling me some story about his wife

and paralyzed child and how he needed to get to polk county. i told him that

he had more money in his hands than i had and that maybe he should employ me.

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.24.10:17:33@Earth

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P

psychologically

punished

pushing

purple

pinkish

perpendicular

pussy

pimple

protected

pods

probably

persuaded

postmodern

porn

prom

punkish

popping

penis

pustules

pimps

purposely

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.17.19:35:45@296NYC

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Stop The Clash

They said

I’m not going to stop

Feel your pulse

Make you sleep at night

Purchase Milk at the market

Night after night

1, 2, 3, love is gone

1, 2, 3, open the door; kick it in

1, 2, 3, ohhhh ohhhh, kick it in, kick it in

 

They said

I’m not from here anymore

You left me thicker than before

Can’t find the door knob tonight

And they sung,

1, 2, 3, love is real

1, 2, 3, flung open the door; kitchen chair knocked on the floor

1, 2, 3, hardwood hardcore

 

They said

Filthy I was

Dirty I was

Told me to visit politician aliens and government officials

I said “No dogs please, just show me the door”

And they said..

1, 2, 3, Find the score

1, 2, 3, Hope to see them more

1, 2, 3, see you in love

 

They said

I was over now

Nothing famous, nothing worn

Said I was disappearing

Was a nightmare at sight

Broke out and

1, 2, 3 Midnight tonight

1, 2, 3 Gotta forget about that, right

1, 2, 3 Bang! Bum! Hit my scum!

1, 2, 3 Hooray! What a hum!

 

1, 2, 3 Right side - left side - bedside

1, 2, 3, See you at the bar

1, 2, 3 Gotta fuck the bar tonight

1, 2, 3 Gonna make it right

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.17.17:38:46@1515NYC

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Saturday

On Saturday you yelled in my ear

A screaming screech

Itchy in the throat

Chalk board scratches

That haunting sound

Wish it was Monday ....

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.17.17:15:17@1515NYC

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Love (Version #12)

I’ve never seen it

I’ve never known it

But I know you are in it

And I know you believe in it

So,

You and yours,

Give me hope

That one day,

Perhaps I’ll be in Love

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.17.17:12:59@1515NewYorkCity

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Don’t Wait Up For Me

How long has it been?

 

Operator, please put the phone call through

Haven’t heard your beautiful voice in days

 

Wish I could be with you for eternity

Your positives and negatives

 

I just won’t get over it

I just won’t get into the swing with you

 

 

How long has it been?

 

I’ll send you an SOS signal and see if you receive it

Follow me and not get wed or committed

 

Wish I could share unique languages with you

That can only be understood between you and I

 

Stay up late with me and ignore me when I’m not me

Wake up early with me for flights to foreign escapes

 

 

It’s been forever

Our lines are dead; they never were.

I think of you night and day.

Time is passing.

 

 

How long has it been?

 

Briefly we spoke together at the open table

Discovered hidden truth

 

Wish I could be among your spot of blue and loneliness

Above ground and below the earth’s lie

 

Kiss your cheek under the setting sun

And laugh with intelligent curves

 

 

How long has it been?

 

I saw your warm body everyday among my cold sheets

Even met those you care for

 

Wish you could be my lover’s tongue

That slips in and out of my conscious memory

 

Run with me to conquer this fairy-tale

Let’s whisper secrets of passion

 

 

 

 

It’s been forever

I’m closing the door.

Going for a lengthy walk to the end.

There is nothing around but the left over scent of your sexuality.

 

 

How long has it been?

 

Moments could have lasted if we didn’t read ourselves incorrectly

Seen the importance of one another

 

Wish I could have that rough sensual fornication we share

On those lost rainy nights

 

Gone blooming like a flower today

Became a perceptual subliminal person today

 

 

 

Don’t wait up long for me,

I’m not coming home tonight.

 

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.15.16:58:21@1515NYC

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Can’t Wait

I can’t wait to take you to the park to play catch.

I can’t wait to take you to the circus.

I can’t wait to take you on the Circle Line boat around Manhattan.

I can’t wait to take you to the Museum of Natural History.

I can’t wait to take you to see the Egyptian art.

I can’t wait to take you to the top of the Empire State Building.

I can’t wait to just be with you on a sunny spring day.

I can’t wait to build a snow man with you and have hot chocolate.

I can’t wait to startup your Matchbox Car collection.

I can’t wait to color outside the lines with you.

I can’t wait for all these wonderful things

All these wonderful times

You and I will have together

Because you are my nephew

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.04.08.23:50:46 @ 296 NYC

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You’re old trash now.

You’re trash.

You’re junk.

You’re trash of the sea.

You’re an animal carcass.

You’re a car crash.

You’re space spunk.

You’re shaven facial hair.

You’re a cracked mirror.

You’re zero in a bag.

You’re disposed of.

You’re leftover goods.

You’re last night’s one night stand.

You’re a lie.

You’re rusty nails on a children’s swing set.

You’re not defined.

You’re an expired carton of milk.

You’re dead beat.

You’re boiled water.

You’re unsexual.

You’re not really here.

You’re spit from a retired judge.

You’re junky.

You’re used bacteria.

You’re a monkey.

You’re crumbly eyeballs.

You’re shit blood.

You’re stinky girl’s panties.

You’re a dog’s wet balls.

You’re sweat between toes.

You’re nothing I ever wanted to know.

You’re garbage in the backyard.

You’re old trash now.

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.28.02:56:26 @ 296 NYC

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Dreamers

Dreamers in the morning

Dreamers in the evening

Dreamers dreaming

That I’m gone

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.03.04:00:00 @ 296NYC

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Gone

You’re gone forever

I’ve had the moments of my life with you

But the greatest one

Was when I saw you lowered to your grave

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.03.01.21:10:00 @ 296NYC

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