David Harth 2004-03-24 David Harth 2004-03-24

Through My Brain

I don’t know how I could be typing this.

Because I put a bullet through my brain.

Pop. Snap. Blam.

I know how I could be typing this.

Because I’m typing this.

This poem.

Before I pulled the trigger.

And now I’ll hit send.

And one of you,

will have to come to my studio

and clean up the bits and pieces

of brain matter

on my lap

and lap top

keyboard.

04.03.24.21:04:12@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-19 David Harth 2004-03-19

Decay

I sit across from you at the dinner table

watching you decay

slowly age and quickly die

I’m not sure why you chose this path

I wish there was something I can do

instead of witness and observe

and watch you decay

into a mere sculpture of grains

I stand here watching you

act like a professional fool

a man with a huge heart

but at times perhaps too silly in states

I wish there was something I can do

beyond banning or talking

something significant to make a change

I know I can’t make you pregnant

I listen to the sounds

of swigging and hunger for drive

thank you words are not enough

for what you have done

I wish there was something I can do

tell me how I can help

instead of sitting and laughing and enjoying

as I watch you decay

I cry for you daily when you’re in sight or hidden

it hurts so much to see you this way

I don’t want to read a ready-made

a eulogy at tomorrow’s funeral

I wish there was something I can do

I’m exhausted from watching you decay

It’s affecting me and others around you

As you decay into a pool of death

04.03.19.22:14:03@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-18 David Harth 2004-03-18

Visiting Death

I picked up a hitch hiker

on route 303

passing the cement factory

and quarry

and all the huge dumping vehicles

I picked him up

took him where he was going

only to discover

after the rain showed itself

that I’m in the trunk of my own car

wrapped in a black plastic bag

dead

04.03.18.24:11:59@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-15 David Harth 2004-03-15

Surrender

If I could save,

just one of you,

I’d surrender

everything.

04.03.15.01:36:55@USA

David Harth 2004-03-14 David Harth 2004-03-14

Tell Me Not To Fall

Tell me,

whisper to me.

Take my ear,

cup it with your warm hands.

Whisper to me

with your soft rose colored lips.

Whisper to me,

silently,

faintly,

honestly.

Tell me,

as you hold my hand

our fingers among each other,

our hands encompassing each other.

Tell me,

this evening.

Tell me,

in the morning.

Whisper to me,

in my ear

with your romance.

Whisper to me,

Tell me not to fall.

in love with you.

04.03.14.20:34:00@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-12 David Harth 2004-03-12

Salt

Like a pillar,

standing alone,

in the dead sea,

the dead calm.

Like a single man,

leaping from the platform,

in front of the speeding train,

to his untimely death.

Like a mystery,

behind eyes of blue,

never seen down the aisle,

forgotten too soon.

Like honesty on the bench,

never chosen under the words of God,

only witnessed while listening,

never thinking acoustically.

Like taken from his home,

cooked in the raw,

followed down the floors,

grown alive.

Like being forced to count ceramic tiles,

sleeping without feathers,

waiting on nails,

while eating sweet bananas.

Like telling secrets to the signals,

living for all the wrong reasons,

pretending to love,

never admitting crime.

Like the craters on the tongue,

steamed milk below the mother’s breast,

looking at the thin lines,

fearing the new day with a trigger on your lap.

Like feeling beneath your soul,

knowing he’ll grow old without you,

punctured daily to measure the system,

she cleaned up the broken glass.

04.03.12.24:11:53@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-12 David Harth 2004-03-12

Fate

I forgot,

when I opened the wooden door,

that her name was Fate.

And Fate was at my door.

04.03.12.24:12:49@296NYC

David Harth 2004-03-08 David Harth 2004-03-08

Miss You

I went to my day job,

went out to the yard,

the field,

and dug a hole.

A hole as large as a casket.

I buried their loved one today.

Put that dirt back in,

on that solid grave.

I found the place where I hurt most.

My vacant hole, I dug a lasting plot.

Fill it in with your deepest and darkest secrets.

Whisper in my ear and make the dust settle.

I miss you, more than ever.

I hardly know you, in the present.

I miss you, today and tomorrow.

I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

I went and did what I had to do,

went to do the work and stand in line,

approached the counter,

and ordered a twenty-four hour stomach ache.

An ache of butterflies,

I swallowed all the women one by one.

Put that net out,

in that blue sky.

I found a trace of your scent on my inner sleeve.

My black long-sleeved, freshly cleaned, pressed.

Comfortable under my chocolate house.

Listening for you calling my first name.

I miss you, more than ever.

I hardly know you, in the present.

I miss you, today and tomorrow.

I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

I went down and kissed,

up and down your hips,

the beauty,

and found Eden.

A bayonet lies next to my bed.

I stay still, without motion.

Hiding my emotion,

not even a tap of spine will make me love.

I found a kiss no more bound against my lips.

My lips now empty and dry.

Looking for you under pilgrimage gardens.

Finding you in the bottom of the grave.

I miss you, more than ever.

I hardly know you, in the present.

I miss you, today and tomorrow.

I miss you in my heart, lost at sea.

04.03.08.03:22:56@296NYC

David Harth 2004-02-24 David Harth 2004-02-24

Pouring

It’s pouring out,

down the west coast beach.

Rain is pouring in

and all about.

It’s pouring tears,

rolling down lost cheeks.

Sea water salt is penetrating

and haunting my soul.

It’s pouring down stream,

and making smiles turn into aches.

Lovers wed out there

and bend around turns here.

It’s pouring out,

I can hear the birds singing.

Seeing the waves crashing,

I can only but think of you.

It’s pouring heartless actions,

among all the lovers.

I remain cold with a warm inside,

while waiting for you.

It’s pouring stirred emotions,

as the bay sounds its flute.

The orchestra of kingdoms

are ignited during my chivalry.

It’s pouring out,

through my endless search.

I’ve found you melting like stone

in the deepest part of my heart.

04.02.24.15:18:09@TheBeachStPetersburgFL

David Harth 2004-02-24 David Harth 2004-02-24

I Don’t Want To Make You Cry

I don’t want to make you cry

I don’t want to make you sweat

Shed a tear

Or be afraid

I don’t want to make you hurt

I don’t want you to be in in pain

Crawl up inside

Or runaway

I don’t want to make you cry

I don’t want to make you hide

Become empty

Or scared

I don’t want to make you dive under

I don’t want to make you climb low

Surrender your self

Or remain silent

I don’t want to make you cry

Come home tonight

Let me inside

I’ve opened my heart

It stays ajar, for only so long

I don’t want to make you cry

00.02.11.18:00:00 @ SOHA NYC

00.02.24.14:49:00 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2004-02-12 David Harth 2004-02-12

Realization of a Serpent

Serpent in

and serpent out.

My thickness will see,

what it’s about.

Passes over

and passes under.

My drive will find,

the cement to bind.

Lookers looking

and waiters waiting.

My shadow unexpected,

yesterday least connected.

The trades go out

and protection is slipped.

My angel wings are ready for flying,

it is certain that I am tired of buying.

Celebration days come

and tree gatherings go.

My what an incorrect lie,

when I say I am going to die.

Grave diggers dig

and mourners come.

She is here not,

as they grant my last plot.

04.02.12.22:32@LIRRNYC->StnyBrkLI

David Harth 2004-02-08 David Harth 2004-02-08

Visitor

She’s just a visitor

visiting my life

just for a moment

She’s just a visitor

visiting from over seas

out of town for today

She’s just passing through

passing on by

a passenger waving

She’s just passing through

traveling in distance

being parted by envelopes

She’s just an executor

beating the shield and drum

while carrying the cotton flag

She’s just an executor

with a job left undone

leaving behind a swallowed carcass

She’s just a discarder

not aligning mirrored reflections

or portraying evil sunsets

She’s just a discarder

from 80’s descent

with Grandma’s eyes

She’s just a visitor

with intentions unjust

and phallic fruit

She’s just a visitor

of the inevitable kind

attached to the transistor

04.02.08.03:24:33@296NYC

David Harth 2004-02-03 David Harth 2004-02-03

Knife In The Heart

I can’t explain

I can’t comment