Sleeping Angel
Angel, in my sleep.
Sleeping next to you,
connecting
feeding my thirst for the ache.
The venture needed,
the emptiness filled.
One more, once more.
Sleeping with you,
forgetting the world behind
leaving for a moment
elevating
to a higher sensation of being.
One time, alone here.
Angel, in my sleep.
Next to you I breathe a deeper breath
I sleep a sounder sleep,
I dream a more colorful dream.
Angel, next to me.
I love you forever,
lying here, listening to your beating heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.06.04.02:39:16@296NYC
It’s been raining for days
It’s been raining for days.
It’s so wonderful.
You know why?
Because for days, we’ve stayed inside.
We haven’t gone out.
We’ve just stayed inside together.
For days.
And we just spooned, all day and all night.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.06.04.02:22:44@296NYC
Love, Again
I’m in love again.
I admit it.
I’ve fallen once more.
Head over heels.
I’m in cloud nine.
I’m high above.
Wonderful.
Sunshine is all around.
Everywhere.
Fate brought us together.
Love is all around.
I’m in love.
Love, again.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.06.04.01:04:22@296NYC
I Don’t Want To
I don’t want to fall.
I don’t want to.
It’s not my style.
I’m cold.
I don’t want to fall.
I don’t want to be in.
It’s not my way.
I’m alone.
I don’t want to fall.
I don’t want to wake up next to.
It’s not my method.
I’m strong.
I don’t want to fall.
I don’t want to experience.
It’s not my desire.
I’m closed.
I don’t want to fall.
I don’t want to hurt.
It’s not my ache.
I’m deep.
I don’t want to fall.
I don’t want to feel.
It’s not my path.
I’m singular.
I don’t want to fall.
Not today.
I fell long ago.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.31.02:44:16@296NYC
funny little artman
funny little artman
crawling on the bottom of the sea
crawling on the white walls of the Chelsea Gallery
crawling on the floor beneath Peggy Guggenheim’s skirt
funny little artman
showing his art all around town
showing his thick cock to all the viewers
showing his talent to the world
funny little artman
charming the moms and dads
charming the art critics
charming the women
funny little artman
creating with his camera
creating with his paintbrush
creating with his mind
funny little artman
up in the attic working
up in the sky working
up in the bed working
funny little artman
gone to the museum to study Pollock
gone to the gallery to study De Kooning
gone to the center to study Ryman
funny little artman
carrying the Bible wherever he may go
carrying the rubber bands around his wrist
carrying the black clothes on his back
funny little artman
in his studio
in his mind
in his development
watch him run!
watch him grow!
watch him succeed!
funny little artman!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.23.04:48:59@296NYC
No Time On Earth
No time is left,
Let’s leave this place
and shut the door.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.22.12:28:40@296NYC
Silence, Nothing
Silence heard,
silence lost.
Nothing gained,
nothing learned.
Silence felt,
silence new.
Nothing inside,
nothing realized.
Silence kept,
silence given
Nothing taken,
nothing lasted.
Silence in my eyes,
silence at your lips.
Nothing here,
nothing there.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.22.12:15:12@296NYC
I Want It So Bad
Words cannot express
Art cannot express
Music cannot express
How badly I wish to love
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.05.04.22:39:12@296NYC
Rescue
Oh, darling, I hear your voice calling
Oh, darling, I smell your bounding scent on my sheets
Oh, darling, I taste your lips in my horizons
Rescue me from this pain I’m in
Rescue me from this cruel world
Rescue me from this symphony of love
Oh, darling, I see you in the daylight
Oh, darling, I view you in my dreams
Oh, darling, I listen to your beating heart
Rescue me from the poetry at the tip of my tongue
Rescue me from the thoughts I’ve had for years
Rescue me from the love I lack
Oh, darling, I wish you were here
Oh, darling, I can’t get you out of my mind
Oh, darling, I dream of you daily
Rescue me from this horrible sea
Rescue me from this quest I have for you
Rescue me from this struggle I’m in
Oh, darling, I want you in my arms
Oh, darling, I would die every day for your love
Oh, darling, I knew the falling would be hard
Rescue me from this unbearable disease
Rescue me from this unhappy emptiness
Rescue me from this uncontrollable suffering
Rescue me from the need I have
Rescue me from the desire I live
Rescue me from the heart ache
Oh darling, you’re the one,
Oh darling, I’ve waited so long,
Oh darling, come into my arms,
Oh darling, Oh darling,
Rescue me, Rescue me.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.27.03:26:07@296NYC
Subway Sandwich Shop
I am so very happy today.
Today, I was walking back to my studio
and noticed a Subway Sandwich Shop
being constructed just two blocks away
on Mulberry and Houston streets.
I am the Subway Sandwich Shop King.
Today is a very happy day!
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.12.16:16:16@PS1.QNS.NYC
I Am Getting Wed
Dear Friends,
I am getting wed. You are all invited to attend.
Best,
David Greg Harth
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.04.11.01:28:43@296NYC
Macrocephaly
Some desire an introduction.
Some have it secretly in the dark.
Some have it in the light of day.
Some live through me vicariously.
Some never come back and drift into the distance.
Some make music so sweet, that the deaf hear the symphony.
Some whisper to me their most intimate cravings.
Some tell me about lock jaw or other lives spent.
Some share with me about their filling experience.
Some speak a different tongue while in the motion.
Some listen to the cries by the penetrating addict.
Some come back for more and trace the warm skin.
Some leave unashamed but looking for others.
Some crawl to the knees of thirst dripping.
Some devour the hours that have past.
Some have never witnessed.
Some only have seen from afar.
Some dream in the individual's nightmare.
Some are close to my heart.
Some are in my heart.
Some are part of my heart.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.03.03.03:03:03@296NYC
Let’s Go MTA
Darling,
Let’s go on the MTA
Manhattan bound
Travel uptown and downtown
Let’s wave at the children on the sidewalks
Let’s play in our own minds
Never pressing that yellow tape
That signal for a noise
A stop
Not us
Darling,
Let’s go on the MTA
Manhattan bound
Travel uptown and downtown
Let’s smile as the passengers smile with us
Let’s not get off until the last stop
Never looking away
At the eyes of ourselves
You
And I
Darling,
Let’s go on the MTA
Manhattan bound
Travel uptown and downtown
It’s in my mind
You introduced me
From the jukebox heros
And from Queens and Brooklyn
A stop in The Bronx
It’s time, darling
Let’s get on the bus,
And kiss...
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.22:57:10@296NYC
You Went
You had to go
You told me your decision
You have left me for good,
no longer here, my bed is empty
You just got up and went
and left my heart to ache
and now I am all alone
But I never got to tell you
Those very words you had wished to here,
I love you.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.18:56:38@296NYC
Stop, Dance
Stop,
Now watch me dance.
Dance, Dance, Dance
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.18:03:00@296NYC
Do You Dream The Way I Do?
And I asked you again,
“Do You Dream The Way I Do?”
No response
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.27.17:52:00@296NYC
Every Night
Every night
I forget to thank you
But tonight, I have not.
Thank you
For loving me.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.19.02:32:47@296NYC
Love (Play)
Love
bird
Love
fellow
Love
you
Love
hate
Love
war
Love
peace
Love
lover
Love
sex
Love
talent
Love
kiss
Love
now
Love
yesterday
Love
no more
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.02.16.02:14:14@296NYC