The Dirty Man
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty thoughts,
in his dirty jeans.
He had a dirty smile
and a dirty mind.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming fellow down South,
not an erect pole up North.
A smart fellow who never went down,
not even for a straight upside-down frown.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
He played in the tub,
and he double-dosed the twos.
He played in the sand box,
and he ate out the hot fox.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
Dirty sheets,
and dirty knees.
Dirty tongue,
and dirty hands.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
A charming tropical lad at last,
not a white ghost from the past.
A smart lad who never got laid,
not even from a pretend to be maid.
That’s all he was,
just a dirty man.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.09.24:39:00@3302MIAMI
Secret Love
I myself have not experienced
Love
I myself have witnessed
Love
I have seen it in my friends and family
I have seen it in my grandparents aged 89 and 92
When I see that glare
that gaze
that wonderful happiness
that joy
When I see that abundance
of incredible love
of utopia love
of magnificent love
When I see it in my friend’s eyes
When I see it in Pablo’s eyes
It only makes me admire him
Admire you
Admire you both
What you have, and what you can progress upon.
Love,
Cherish it, hold it near, be patient, be loving.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.05.01:12:04@296NYC
Wheat Field with Crows
I opened my heart,
to the greatest expanse of lovers.
I let out the secrets,
to the crows flying in the sky.
I held them sacred forever,
until this day that I die.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.01.01.04:22:49@296NYC
New Year’s Eve 2003 / New Year’s Day 2004
Note
Sorry I had to go.
Sorry I couldn’t live in consistent pain.
Sorry I had trouble dealing with the way we lived our lives.
Sorry that it was hard to grasp the life.
I’m sorry I was unable to reach my full potential at the young age I was.
I’m sorry I was unable to illustrate or communicate my true feelings.
I’m sorry for the debt I left you in.
I’m sorry for the pain I have left you in.
Please know that I had to do this,
I had to do this for me.
Many times, throughout my life I do many things for others,
Now it was time to do something for me.
It felt right. It felt like an answer. A completion. My choice.
I’m sorry for the evidence of no reasons.
I’m sorry that it will never be the same.
I’m sorry for a vacant spot that will be at the dinner table.
Sorry that I was unable to end the famine.
Sorry that I was unable to end the wars.
Sorry that I was unable to declare world peace.
Sorry that I was unable to grow old with you.
I’m sorry I had to go.
I’m sorry I had to leave this way.
I hope you’ll still love me.
As I will love you forever.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.12.16.20:28:05@296NYC
Not That I’m The Devil
I’ll lock the door behind us,
and come up close in back of you.
I’ll whisper in your ear
and stretch my split tongue beyond.
I’ll start a scorching inferno that burns
and kill myself for the love in my arms.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.12.16.01:33:51@296NYC
Tension
All this pulling
and all this pushing.
I don’t know where to run,
and I don’t know where to hide.
I’m thinking I’ll just take a bow out,
a lasting farewell,
a lasting dance.
All this pulling,
and all this pushing.
It drives me mad,
insanity with a return point unheard.
I don’t know where I’ll go
or what I’ll do.
In the end,
I’ll wave a good-bye,
as you say your last wishes.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.12.12.11:19:17@296NYC
Dan Graham’s Superman
“I am Superman.”
“I am Superman.”
“I am Superman.”
said Dan Graham.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.30.01:22:24@3302MiamiBeach
Moving Water
I tried with all my might,
my physical strength
and my emotional strength;
but I could not do it.
I could not move the water.
I pushed and pushed with all my might.
I budged and I pulled and I pressed and I packed.
I couldn’t move that water.
I tried so very hard.
I tried to stare at it for lengthy period of times,
hoping for something out of this universe to move that water.
Hoping somehow, some way, that the water would move;
but it did not.
I tried my best,
but I was unsuccessful.
There was nothing more I could do.
I tried all my might to move that water.
But nothing happened.
The water didn’t even budge or sink or flow or trickle.
That water is staying put,
and put is put and put is put.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.18.03:41:02@296NYC
Do Something
Do Something
Do Something with your life
Just Do Something
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.16.22:30:00@296NYC
I Want To Fall In Love Just Once
Just Once
Like in the movies I see
Like all the lovers I see
Just Once
Like the boys and girls
Like the sweetness I witness and never receive
Just Once
I want to be someone’s teddy bear
Someone’s honey
Someone’s bunny
Just Once
I want to cruise with a lover in my arms
I want to float in the air with a lover at my side
Just Once
Like the music I listen too
Like the dramatic theatre productions that I watch
Just Once
Like my friends and relatives
Like my professors and grandparents
Like my co-workers and past significant others
Just Once
During the holidays
During the Fourth Of July
During the New Year’s celebration
Just Once
During the first snowfall
During the August down pour
During the change of seasons
Just Once
During the central park walk
During the vast ceremonies
During the mellow drinks at the corner bar
Just Once
I want to be someone’s sugar pie
Someone’s pumpkin pie
Someone’s apple pie
Just Once
I want to fall in love
And never get out of it
Just Once
I want to fall in love
And get lost in it
Just Once
I want to fall in love
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.16.03:53:47@296NYC
I Loved You Like It Was The Last Day On Earth
I loved you forever,
I loved you all of my life.
I loved you so much,
I loved you like it was the last day on earth
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.11.03.10:30:00@296NYC
I Cry (Version #2)
I cry,
because I can’t meet your parents
or take a road trip with you.
I cry,
because I can’t have Thanksgiving with you,
or rent a movie with you.
I cry,
because I can’t watch you apply lipstick to your lips
or watch you wash your hair.
I cry,
because I can’t dance with you
or listen to you breathing in your sleep.
I cry,
because I can’t walk with you in the park
or go to an opening gala at a museum with you.
I cry,
because I can’t hold your hand
or expose our love to the world.
I cry,
because I can’t get lost in your eyes
or listen to the ocean with you.
I cry,
because I can’t view sunsets with you
or make love to you.
I cry,
because you can’t cuddle on my shoulder on an airplane ride
or let me embrace you during a cold winter night.
I cry,
because from sea to sea,
land to land,
I have not met you.
I cry,
because I want to be on an airplane with you,
kiss you and hold your hand
as we descend upon the NYC skyline.
I cry,
all the time I cry.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.27.14:29@296NYC
Morning (Version #2)
She smiled at me
as she rolled over
on the soft white bed sheets.
She looked up at me in a gaze
with the most beautiful morning eyes.
She left with no words spoken
and my heart was broken.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.20.01:12:07@296NYC
Loss
haven’t contained
i have only lost
haven’t obtained
i have only lost
haven’t gained
i have only lost
haven’t won
I have only lost
haven’t utilized
I have only lost
My sense of loss is great
greater than mankind
womankind
humankind
or for that kind,
womyn kind
Greater than a sense
beyond a thought
drawn pathways
passage doors
overlooking streets
from Milstein to Babies
Loss,
it’s what I have,
Lack,
it’s what I cherish
Loss,
it’s what I have earned
and learned, but,
certainly, I have not
yearned
Loss, my beauty,
is in my eyes
a reflection of you
but you are not there
but gone
as a wish
blown in the wind...
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.12.01:08:04@296NYC
Love (Version #16)
Love is beyond
the comprehension
of those that drift
in this world.
The concept of love
is so beyond
great, immense,
wonderful and beautiful.
Love is out of reach
for many who possess
the largest heart
in the world.
Love is beyond
any amount of
desire, lust or warmth,
that a person may have.
Love is lost
among those that
wander opposite
sides of the earth.
Love never finds
two people,
it only ignores
those who want
it the most.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.06.01:05:22@296NYC
shared dream
My friend had a dream the other night about me.
This is what he had to say:
“
I had a very disturbing dream about you tonight.
i dreamed that you died (of encephalitis!),
and then i was on a boat,
and walked into the kitchen of the boat.
there was this huge fat cook
who was dissecting your head
and taking your eyes out.
it was you, definitely!
”
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.10.02.23:34:00@296NYC
loving
I can hear the wind rustle
your grey Brillo-like hair.
I can hear the dust sand-blasting
your old-aged skin.
I can see your liver spots,
sprouting on your cheeks,
and on the palms of your hands
that held mine for so many years.
I can smell the scent of your urine,
as you struggle to make it to the toilet in time.
I can still smell the first bouquet of flowers
you bought me so many years ago.
I can touch your face filled with folds and creases,
and admire the years I’ve grown with you.
I can fall in love with you,
just by gazing into your foggy eyes.
I can comb your knotted hair clean,
I can place your worn shoes on your feet,
I can help you walk up the stairs,
I can give you your different colored medications.
I can hear the disease crawling on your surface.
I can listen to it penetrate your soul.
I can see the vivid dreams which you now act out.
I can look at the warmth you distribute through your native tongue.
I can smell the chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven.
I can feel the first snowfall we shared in the park.
I know you are fading away,
slowly reaching upwards,
to your night-time bed.
Slowly, leaving this place,
peacefully.
© 2003 David Greg Harth
03.09.26.12:52:57@296NYC