Twenty Two
22 of you
22 beauties
22 morals
22 filled
22 smiles
22 above
22 right here
22 couldn’t ask
22 didn’t know
22 one more time
22 tonight
22 month of may
22 meanings united
22 twenty two
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.23.18:13@1515NYC
Love (Version #13)
It’s 9 O’clock in the morning
I just poured the tea
From my corner kitchen view
I see you rising from the bed of white
My heart beats loudly today
I know I’m in love
I’ve never felt anything quite like this before
Nothing so powerful, so overwhelming, so unique, so strong
I have warm chills throughout my body
Making me thirst to be with you constantly
And hungry for the surface of your skin
Inspired by your thoughts and kindness
The world is good to me today
Bright, happy, dandy, jolly
Because I am with you now
And you make my world a much better place to live in
Without you I live under a dark cloud
With you I am together and true and filled with smiles
I paint black self-portraits when you are not around
I rediscover who I am and learn about life when I am with you
You make me want to be a better person
Never knew I believed in Love, but your existence proved it to me
The feeling is so extraordinary
Unbelievable, beyond my human comprehension
You are the angel I have always dreamed about
Beautiful and intelligent
You are beyond the greatest fantasy
True in every way
You are the meaning to the lyrics of all my favorite songs
Sexy and challenging
You are a gift I will cherish for eternity
Real in my previously unreal world
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for everything
I love you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.16.12:13:48@1515NYC
Lover Boy
I must have been about 11 years old.
Not really sure.
I was with my family in Wild Wood NJ.
We stayed at the same hotel each time we went.
We were more south than the popular area of Wild Wood.
I guess, we were more in Wild Wood Crest.
It was quiet, calm; more peaceful.
We stayed at the Crusader Inn.
I remember an armored knight being in the lobby.
And of course, a gift shop, with the same stuff that all gift shops had.
The 2nd floor was the best, because that was pool level.
It might have also had the arcade.
I wasn’t big on games, but it provided mild entertainment.
Although, I don’t think I ever went?
Sometimes we would get a suite facing the street.
Other times we would be beach front.
We would always get a room with two rooms, one for the parents, one for the kids.
And with a kitchenette too.
Even at a young age, some can define me as a “Lover Boy”
In nursery school I had a school-bus-yellow T-shirt, with a glittery iron-on patch that said “Lover Boy”
I still have that shirt someplace (although it doesn’t fit)
Anyway -
I remember loving the sunset.
I’ve even talked about it in previous poems.
And in fact, talked about this same moment that I will begin talking about once again.
It was early evening, sunset.
My sister, who is older than myself, was involved with someone.
There was this one song that reminded my sister of her boyfriend.
This influenced me.
I adapted this song for myself.
For my own reminder.
Only, I didn’t have a significant other.
However, this one moment, this is a moment that sticks with me forever.
The song, the sunset, remember hearing the song over the loud speaker at the pool.
The lights lit up the pool in the early darkness.
I could feel a slight warm salty breeze against my skin.
The sunset was beautiful with oranges and pinks and violet.
This was the moment.
The moment that lasts forever.
Which made me realize.
That my lover is out there.
And, I’ll spend eternity searching for the right person.
Who may be in India or England, or even Argentina or the United States.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.05.07.15:12:51@1515NYC
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
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
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #4)
she smiled at me,
but I didn’t even know her name...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.29.17:11:00@1515NYC
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
Forgot About Yesterday
I forgot about yesterday.
I’m terribly sorry.
You have my word,
It won’t happen again.
Because I love you.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.22.16:50:45@1515NYC
Will You Marry Me?
Will you marry me?
Yes, you.
Will you?
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.04.22.15:36:59@1515NYC
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
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
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
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
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
Perfume (Version #2)
Why won’t you at least
tell me the name of the perfume
you wear!?
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.15.04:00:00 @ 296NYC
The Most Beautiful Woman In The World (Version #3)
Riding on the subway
Your blue eyes made me melt
And I saw you for the rest of the day
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.03.05.09:50:00 @ FTRAIN Bway Lafayette -> Times Sq NYC