Hallelujah (Version #2)
My voice can be heard
Today
It is not just another day
from yesterday
Today,
My voice can be heard
In these mountains.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.03.17:05:13@1515NYC
Rain Fire
Rain Fire
Falling rain
Heaven sent you
I thank the mother
For our land is dry
Fire ruled our land
The evening came and opened up
Swallowed up the land with your rain
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
Rain Fire
The fire is damp
Our great creator has released us
Your burning flesh no longer
Breeze came from mountains between two seas
River flowed beyond the nations
Seeds abandoned
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
Rain Fire
Great white one gone with cat
Silent blackness covered the landscape
Make image in head
Burned flames with words of great eagle feather
Buffalo entering
No more here
Rain Fire
Let the hunt begin
Rain Fire
Let the creatures crawl out
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.29.12:19:10@1515NYC
My Name is Jesus
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
My name is Jesus
cause I have a wooden stake
You can cook me tender
and make me real fake
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
I play you over my knee
cause my name is Jesus
and I really gotta pee
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
My name is Jesus
cause I have a wooden stake
You can cook me tender
and make me real fake
My name is Jesus
and I play the banjo
I play you over my knee
cause my name is Jesus
and I really gotta pee
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.19.12:24:25@296NYC
Goodbye (Version #3)
before we meet
before we eat
before we touch our feet
Goodbye
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.15.16:14:15@1515NYC
Sister, Sister
Sister, Oh, Sister, Sister.
Won’t you pick up the phone anymore?
I’ve called you over and over again?
Called out your name, I needed you to listen..
You shut me out.
In time of my need.
I’m a crying man and you didn’t listen.
You weren’t there for me.
Oh, Sister, Sister.
Singing your gospel
Spreading your love around town.
Oh, Sister, Sister
The storm is over
Pick up the phone,
And call my name at home
Listen to my cries
Feel my pain
I’m out of the ward today
No more green glass buildings for me.
No higher mounted American flags for me.
Oh, Sister, Sister.
Let’s gather around the musician at center
Share our love, hold hands, embrace one another with hugs of joy
Let’s sit on this sand and among these peoples
Share our eats and drinks
Oh, Sister, Sister
Listen to me
No need to runaway
I’m here for you,
And when you are here for me,
I am eternally grateful
Because
You are my Sister, Sister,
My gospel lover
My chanting lover
My baby’s mother
Oh, Sister, Sister
Oh, Sister, Sister
Don’t let me shed those tears
Don’t let me travel to the tropics
Don’t let me become what I have most feared
Oh, Sister, Sister,
Won’t you pick up the phone now?
It’s me ringing on the other end.
Please pick up,
Oh, Sister, Sister.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.15.15:44:26@1515NYC
Copenhagen
Copenhagen, how I love you
Copenhagen, how I wish to make sweet love to you
Copenhagen, how your skin is so smooth and soft
Copenhagen, how your lips are so perfectly plump and rose
Copenhagen, how your breasts are so full and formed
Copenhagen, how your ass is so tight and round
Copenhagen, how your eyes are so radiating and powerful
Copenhagen, how I love you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.14.13:14:15@1515NYC
Hungry
Hungry inside
Burns
Burns inside
This vacancy
This void
Empty canister of potions
Fully loaded lotions
Ready to be deployed
One more pull
It might just end
I’m hungry
My eyes say it
My lips speak it
I’m hungry for you
I’m on the prowl
You better watch out
I’ll roar in your backyard
I’ll mark my territory with my scent
I’ll growl beneath your bed sheets
I’m hungry
Tense in the shoulders
I’m bulging
Packing
Heated
I’m hungry
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.13.17:14:14@1515NYC
Fruit Bugs
I hate you
Fruit Bugs
I didn’t ask to purchase you
For $405.00
I didn’t ask for that
You Fuckin Fruit Bugs
I hate you!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.09.04:00:00@296NYC
New Orleans, Definitely, On the 15th
Canadian Goose flew down
Great grasping the blanket down
Awesome she went down
On the 15th, vivid memories
Temples and Churches
Brought you to the cemetery
Visited your next plot
I saw your back door
Pulled out and broke
Under the tree
New Orleans Bible
Found you yesterday
Five Foot Over
Showing your feet to me
An angel landing
I looked up
All I could see
Was you in the sky
Definitely
Stay one more night
Catch the early flight
On the 15th, I’ll be back
No more time
For the dance and rhyme
Dance of the dead
New Orleans Head
Come to me, better off dead.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.08.13:10:40@1515NYC
Velvet Fingers
I part your wet lips with my fingers
Enter your moist mouth
Inserting my fingers
Playing with your tongue
Around and around
Different patterns
Different strokes
My strong fingers
Teasing and pulling at your tongue
The inner walls of your mouth
Feel like velvet to my fingers
You swirl your tongue around them
And your body tenses
I can feel the heat emanate from your mouth
Wetness surrounding
Your muscles grabbing onto my fingers
Pulling me inwards
With every stroke
I make you quiver
And your tongue stands erect
Against my index finger
Stroking the 1 O’clock position of your tongue
Flicking it
Over and over
I see your eyes fade back
They shutter and you begin to smile
Your ankles tense
Your nipples perk
As you know I near with my mouth
To your lips
My devilish tongue
About to take the place of my fingers
On your lips
And the insides of your mouth...
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.06.03:09:58@296NYC
Armpit Love
moldy
armpits
are
not
worth
tasting
today
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.05.15:57:55@1515NYC
Amusement Ride
Is this some kind of fuckin amusement ride?
Are we here for fuckin entertainment?
I’ve written about this before,
and I feel like I must write again,
because it bothers me so incredibly much.
Why can’t people walk down the down escalator?
Why do they feel compelled to stand still and ride down the down escalator?
Are they really that fuckin lazy?
Do they really have to block me?
I don’t understand.
Before escalators there were stairs, and they had to walk.
Now they are too fuckin lazy to fuckin walk one flight of stairs?
It’s not a fuckin theme park!
There are no fuckin tropical birds to look at or corn fields to admire.
It’s a fuckin god damn escalator!
Fuckin walk down the fuckin thing!
This is driving me nuts!
Something has to be done about this!
Someone must stop the insanity!
Jesus!
I think I’m going to start pushing people down the escalator
then eventually just rid them from this planet.
Fuckin murder these stupid fuckers who can’t fuckin walk down the fuckin god damn fuckin down escalator!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.08.02.11:32:49@1515NYC
Your Scent
You walk by,
I sniff you
I pick up on your scent
And from that very same scent that you distribute
to your co-workers and lovers and friends and family alike
I can tell
what you had for breakfast
if you like it up the ass
and if you own a dog or a pussy
I can tell
the last time you visited the doctor
and the last time you had sex
I can tell
if you like peppermint or sushi
if you like strawberries or blueberries
if you prefer preserves or jam
I can tell this all
just by passing through your scent
your smell
the scents you carry with you
in passages you take,
crossing my own
I can smell you
and with those smells
I can tell
the last time you bathed
the last time you went to the sea
the last time you slept
the last corner you turned
the last beverage you drank
I can tell this all
just by smelling you
your scent
I can tell if you are clean
or dirty
I can tell if you use generic or name-brand products
on your hair
or on your teeth
I can tell
what detergent you use on your pillow cases
or the thread count of your bed sheets
I can tell if
you day dream or if you remember your nightmares
I can tell if
you looked at yourself in the mirror that same morning,
critiquing your image
I can tell
if you planted flowers recently
and what your favorite bloom is
I can tell
if you lied to your previous lover
Just by smelling
I know this all
I know where you live, where you work, where you sleep and eat
I know where you were born where you are going to and where you bought your shoes
I know everything about you
Just by following your scent
The smell emerging from your armpit and your mouth
The smell emerging from your vulva and ass
The smell from your hair and feet
The smell that you deliver and manufacture
I can tell all
Just by your scent
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.23.16:18:32@1515NYC
TraLurning & FndLurning
At age fourteen I learned an important lesson
At age twenty-something I learned another important lesson
At age thirty-something I learned a very important lesson
And now, ageless,
I apologize from the depth of my heart,
For being a man,
To you, specifically,
I am sorry.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.11.08:21:06@296NYC
July 10th
Everyone has gone
They have left the green grassy hill
Seen the rain come down and wash away the dirt
Umbrellas retracted
Sunshine opening up behind the dark clouds
All have dispersed into their own daily events
De-constructed paintings lie on the fresh mound
No words spoken or exchanged previously
Only broken down tears
Everyone has gone
No one is coming back
Don’t dig me up, I’m gone forever
© 2002 David Greg Harth @ NYC
02.07.10.10:10:10@NYC
Happiness
Everyone was expecting me
The guest of honor
To be at the event of celebration
Instead
The first was to find me
Alone among her beauty
Found me in a pool of red
Soaked in the grey floor
Of my street address
The second to come down on in
She walked in and heard the soundtrack playing
The score of death
They were not quite sure when it happened
And the third man of beauty arrived
Took things into perspective and placed a few phone calls
The fourth and fifth arrive
Not knowing the horror, they have found
The sixth phones the studio
The seventh comes without any I AMs
But with greenbacks to trade
With a man who lay dead
Eighth walks in with Sixth
Out from the warm street
The Ninth in love, now bows in sadness
Tenth and Eleventh come with unexpected Twelfth
Tears pour into the pools I lay deep in
As Thirteenth and Fourteenth and Fifteenth do not show
Sixteenth is gone
Seventeenth has not phoned
Eighteenth comes with a drink in hand
No scotch by my side
A paper Will in the cabinet
A collection for you, and a collection for you
Nineteenth and Twentieth
They all arrive, the music changes
Valentine cards done, in the head
A fan rotating overhead
A poem of sorrow, a poem of hope
A poem of laughter, a poem of memory
Twenty-first and Twenty-second,
They file in one after the other
Hugging and gathering
Coroner long over due
Police come in; I remember that September
True ones never said hello, only have forgotten
The celebration is today
The funeral is at a day’s notice
Pack your belongings and say goodnight
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.10.03:09:21@296NYC
I’ve Failed
You asked me to love you,
and I could not
You asked me to provide
and I could not
I have failed.
I tried my best,
but I was unable to deliver
I couldn’t get myself out of this trap of loneliness and pit of sorrow
I deeply apologize
I’ve failed.
© David Greg Harth 2002
02.07.09.10:30:39@1515NYC
Falling Apart
4:23am
My nose started to run.
4:38am
My nose was bleeding. First a slow bleed, then it began to seep out even quicker.
4:47am
My finger nails and toe nails begin to fall off. Crack and chip at the base and eventually just flake off.
4:53am
The hair all over my body grows rapidly outwards. Falling to the floor and filling up the room. My hair quickly gets longer and longer, first inches, then feet. I’m among the bushels of hair. All of my hair surrounds me quickly, covering me deeply in it. Finally, the hair, in a matter of minutes, turns grey and white. And grows as much as it can until all the hair on my body falls out.
4:56am
My nails are missing, my nose bleeding, all of my hair grew out and fell from the pores of my body.
5:02am
My teeth fall from my mouth. Some I choke on as they go down my throat. I feel the stomach acid eat at each tooth. The acid rises in my esophagus and conquers my tongue. It burns my tongue away and leaves holes in my throat exposed to the air.
5:07am
My eyes melt from their sockets. Turning to a jelly like substance with the iris sliding down my face and chest and leg.
5:09am
My ears take a dive off of my hairless skull. Slowly the intricate assemblages are gone.
5:12am
My skin all over starts to blister and my genitals turn black and blue like a major frost bite. Quickly the blisters all over my body begin to form water bubbles and sockets of puss. Bleeding and rotting quickly, flies from the nearby market rush over and lay their eggs on my raw skin.
5:18am
Faster and faster, I rot, and now the speedy fly eggs hatch with little larva and maggots screaming and eating at my open flesh.
5:23am
My elbow and knee joints give and I feel incredibly gummy not able to stand or sit in any structured position.
5:34am
Lying there, on the floor, still for the last few moments. Bloody, infested, smelly, numb, and fading away.
5:41am
I can feel the throbbing of my central nervous system. All of my nerves and the synapses connecting them, pulsating in an unusual rhythm. My brain swelling and my spinal fluid becomes unbalanced with abnormal protein levels.
5:48am
I regurgitate my stomach acid and my bladder gives way and busts open. The urine pours from the holes in my throat and my anus explodes in an outward fashion. I lay in my own pool of shit, piss, and blood.
6:02am
The sun begins to rise outside. The sunlight scatters into the room in which I lay. The new sun burns the remaining fat on my body, as the epidermis layer of skin has disappeared. Motionless I lay in the mixture of everything that I was made of.
6:11am
I cannot see or hear or smell my death. But I know I am dead. Completely fallen apart.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.06.06:29:15@296NYC
Two
Every night
I sleep alone
Every commercial
I see you
And I smile
I think of you
And I sink inside
Feel warm inside
I walk by a new mother
And I smile
Because of you
I’ve got to go on
Forever
To see you grow
Older and older
And see your laughs and smiles
All so very fine
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.07.01.12:08:58@1515NYC