I’ve seen you
I’ve seen you brush your hair
I’ve seen you turn the corner around the city block
I’ve seen you get a manicure on your toe nails
I’ve seen you in line to get bakery cookies
I’ve seen you on the subway car
I’ve seen you pass me in the hall
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.27.23:55@296NYC
Put Your Gloves On, I’m Coming Home
Turn the heat up
Turn it on
Get underneath the blankets
Look overhead at the fighter jets
My work is done here
No more time to spend,
Must not delay my lover’s end
Put your gloves on, I’m coming home!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.25.15:12:12@1515NYC
sniper
sniper, we don’t want you here no more
you have no speech to share with us
your bullets are nothing but the NRA’s whore
sniper, ya better duck
cause I’m coming to town
to kill you, ya dumb-ass-fuck
sniper, be gone before dawn
or you will be put to rest
below the cemetery lawn
sniper, show your face
let the public eat you alive
you are a human disgrace
sniper, don’t put the children in the grave
they are not the enemy,
all of us will remain brave
sniper, leave immediately,
go back to your hell hole
if you must kill, then kill me
sniper, go away
wickedly,
you look like me today
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.23.17:49:29@1515NYC
Stranger (Version #2)
Keeping my eyes out of view
I hoped our hearts would connect
Interlocking in the wind from the West
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.18.17:22:00@296NYC
Trouble Maker
I’m the Trouble Maker
You better watch out.
I’m the Trouble Maker
I’ll make love to you
I’m the Trouble Maker
You’ll fall in love with me
I’m the Trouble Maker
You can’t take it
I’m the Trouble Maker
There is no hope left
I’m the Trouble Maker
I’ll make you eat it
I’m the Trouble Maker
I’ll make you take it
I’m the Trouble Maker
I’ll make you part it
I’m the Trouble Maker
You better watch out!
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.17.16:30:33@1515NYC
Dear Ms. Copyright
Dear Ms. Copyright,
I received your phone call regarding our previous encounter with the elements of reasonings one, two, and three. At this time, we have reviewed your proposal and have accepted it. We will send you a voucher for two airline tickets to Las Vegas. There you will meet up with Elvis. Upon arrival you will not get laid like you do on the volcanic islands, but maybe Elvis has something up his sleeve. We are unsure of the details at this moment.
When you return to your present home, we will then award you with the fabulous prize of Exchange Material Overhaul. We hope you enjoy your gifts and prizes.
Should you have any questions, feel free to contact us.
Sincerely,
Surprise Surprise Department
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.17.16:15:14 @ 1515 New York City
Winter, Religion, Stars, Fire
Winter:
against my skin
Religion:
against my skin
Stars:
against my skin
Fire:
against my skin
One thing missing,
Love
against my skin
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.10.07.15:38:30 @ 1515NYC
Defend
I’ll defend you to the night’s end, and to the world’s collapse
I’ll defend you to the critic’s slays, and diamond pushers
I’ll defend you to the photographer from the press, and the ladies in dress
I’ll defend your wonderful faults and talented beauties
I’ll defend your mistakes and errors, your weaknesses and illnesses
I’ll defend your sadness and loneliness, and let you be yourself
I’ll defend your name and the actions you make
I’ll defend your black paintings and the music you listen too
I’ll defend your taste and the diseases you breed
I’ll defend your personality and your secrets
I’ll defend your honor and your death
I’ll defend your history and all the work you do
I’ll defend you when you are gone, and when you are present
I’ll defend you when you are crawled up in the fetal position, in the corner, or on the doctor’s table
I’ll defend you when your score plays on loud speakers throughout the world’s places of worship
I’ll defend your previous lovers and dreams
I’ll defend your impressions and alterations
I’ll defend your movements and realizations
I’ll defend you to the side gallerists, and the avid collector
I’ll defend you to the writer’s questions, and the curator’s contact
I’ll defend you to the Holy denials, and the waves of the sea
I’ll defend you, forever and ever,
she whispered in my ear,
as the fear I once had,
came true
at 41.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.24.09:36:40@1515NYC
Golden Chevrolet
She took me for a ride
Brought me to her back seat
Of her golden Chevrolet
We made love in the hot humid summer air
The crickets spoke in the night
Moonlight shed its tears on our skin
Her car overlooked the city lights
Our sweat combined
I would slip my tongue around her stiff nipples
As she straddled my thick cock
With her arms up and hands on the ceiling
We would rock back and forth
As the rusty car creaked
And my ass stuck to the vinyl seat
My fingers in her hair
Pulling and tugging her closer to my body
So, we became one
My cock slides deep inside her wet velvet pussy lips
We would kiss each other with immense passion
Sharing our love and our intense heat
The summer air surrounds us and heightens our sensations
As the rhythm of our shared penetration ignites further
She took me for a ride
Brought me to her back seat
Of her golden Chevrolet
We made love in the hot humid summer air
The scent of summer heat invaded our senses
Our body odors of sex, lust, juice, and cum filled the air
Every time my cock entered, her pussy lips grasped my shaft
Together we moaned in the darkness
I felt her inner walls tighten around my cock
Pull me in closer and closer
Hungry for the thickness entering her walls
We made love all night in the summer heat
Over and over, we had orgasms
Sharing our love, our thoughts, our warmth
In the back seat of her golden Chevrolet
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.20.12:51:49@1515NYC
Sick
I’m sick
Sick once again
Don’t talk to me, I don’t want to be heard
Don’t look at me, I don’t want to be seen
Wish all you wish
Pray all you want too
I know the light will turn back on
One evening
I don’t taste the tastes
Or comprehend the conversations
I don’t understand televisions
Or smell your perfume
I don’t feel the temperature change
Or feel like myself today
I’m sick
One more time
Don’t come near me, I’m not me
Don’t write me, I’m not able to read
Can’t draw like me today,
My drawings come from my second brain today
It’s not a wet dream today
It’s not happening again to me today
It just happened last night
Three hours, Two Weeks, One Month, Four Months
Been there, done that
It’s just about time
It’s going to happen again
Don’t cry for me
Just understand
A coma is just a little break
And I’m about due
To go deep inside
Fall asleep
Wake up in a few years
I’ll be back
Don’t you worry,
I’ll be back
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.17.12:44:09@1515NYC
September Rain (Version #3)
Wise men told me
Family warned me
Friends ignored me
Lovers scorned me
But on this September day
In the cold wet rain
I’ve learned and witnessed
Something so true
Even for a brief moment in the journey of eternity
That something so powerful
That something so real
Does exist
In this September Rain
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.16.17:55:35@1515NYC
September Rain (Version #2)
Wise men told me
Family warned me
Friends ignored me
Lovers abandoned me
But on this September day
In the cold wet rain
I’ve learned and witnessed
Something so true
Even for a brief moment in the journey of eternity
That something so powerful
That something so real
Does exist
In this September Rain
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.16.17:55:35@1515NYC
September Rain
I didn’t fall asleep until very late
Got up early before sunrise
Didn’t see the light coming in
It was overcast today, cloudy and dark
It’s been raining all day
Listened to the score of the September Rain
Couldn’t believe you remembered my name
Found out your eyes tell stories
And woke up in the fetal position
Nude, outside on the street
Alone, in the cold wet rain.
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.16.17:25:25 @ 1515 NYC
Deeper
Inched in
Penetrated your walls
Your barriers
Your strict bloody cavity
Pushed through the membranes
The vessels that provide
Inched in
Had combat with your surroundings
Notified you I was coming in
Entering from atop
Going far inside
Feeling around for your thoughts
Inched in
Deeper
and
Deeper
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.12.16:07:10 @ 1515 nyc
Dear Lionel
I couldn’t imagine doing art without you in my life
Now you are gone forever
You never signed, only loved
Thank you for the inspiration
And the Number One
Wall drawings were erected
Danced to your wonders
My heart is empty
Continuously
And today, I’m without you
© 2002 David Greg Harth
02.09.04.11:17:54@1515NYC
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