Coming To Mother
Calling back to house
Smoking next to coffee
Bleeding from head to chin
Lighting the sky with fire
Incorporating art into application
Buying justified clarification
Welding knives implication
Sinning to masturbation
Mandating demands without hesitation
Circulating currency locked to false intention
Eating from death row on my conviction
Hinting dropping bombs
Mourning nothing lost
Analyzing appropriate behavior
Calling back to house
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:49:00@QTrainManhattanBridgeNYC
In The Night’s Memory
Last night among
Hundreds
Invading streets
Of great town’s point
My tongue of
Sensuality
Can no longer speak
Or court
For hosts of
Supper’s past
Came to me
Midnight last
My menu of yesterday
Compass direction South
Ending tale wed
She pierces my heart entirely
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.05.01:33:00@14STUNSQNYC
Lilly Loves Death, Destruction, Decay and Torture!
Like she hasn’t had enough
Building those buildings
Torturevilles for yuppies and their puppies
Making ice cream Pei sandwiches and mint tea
Like she likes to see your screams and hear your blood dripping
Witness your pain and cause your death
Place smelly cheese behind your ears, chocolate at your feet
Going across ocean’s divide to find family pride
Like she begs to have your sugar
Knowing religion may or may not
Such a sweet girl
You would never know how much destruction
She has inside
Declare your innocence, it will not help
Cancel your credit, hide behind the walls
Duck in the shadows, come in camouflage
You can’t hide and you have everything to fear
She is the Queen
Hail to her
For she is a lover
A lover of
Death, Destruction, Decay, and Torture!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.11:10:20@130BklynNYC
Infinite Loop
You
are on mind
I can’t get you out
I can’t get you out
I’m thinking about you constantly
Every moment of every day
Since we spoke last
I admit my wonder
I don’t know when
I don’t know where
But I give you my word
My word is my bond
That one day
As the sun greets the horizon
As the wind knocks at your door
I’ll lay my lips upon yours
And kiss you until eternity’s infinite loop
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.03.03:54:15@130BklynNYC
Let Me
I found you below a
Tree’s shade reading
A top a grassy
Green hillside
Sun gifted the moon
Stars paused
in the presence
of your beauty
Give up your guard
And hide the lock
Here I am
And here I knock
Let me in
And let me near
Let me kneel
And let me be your cavalier
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.31.13:00:43@130BklynNYC
Seppuku
I guarantee you.
You have a full warranty.
For years to come.
Full replacement.
Parts plus labor.
You have nothing to worry about.
Everything is perfect with your purchase.
Like said.
Like declared.
Like old age.
Like neuro twelve.
Like loving you.
Like telling true.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.17.24:18:00@130BklynNYC
Love Is Lost
Terrifying
Losing you
The one
In my corner
In my hearts of hearts
The pain I bare
This heavy weight
This locomotive lust
Losing you
Wasn’t meant to be
To last
Lost,
I love
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.3.16.21:03:00@BTrainDekalbBKLYNNYC
She heard me, She heard what I said
I told her what I thought
She was who I sought
I leaned in near
Whispered a secret in her ear
I spoke my mind
She was a goddess to mankind
I told her the truth
During her blooming youth
I warmed her soul
She completes me whole
I spoke from my arresting heart
No force could keep us apart
I told her forever I’d be here
Continued each and every year
I did not pretend, I did not lie
She is my earth and she is my sky
I spoke true
Love was making a debut
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.15.22:16:48@130BklynNYC
Is It Too Late To Call?
I’m asking now
In the middle of this March night
Is it too late to call?
I want to hear your voice
To know you are alive
Know you are well
I want to know if your heart is beating
And you are breathing.
Is it too late to call?
Can I hear your voice on the other end of the line?
Will I awake you from your sleep?
Can I tell you I love you?
Is it too late to call?
In the middle of dreams
Happy memories scattered
Future experiences planned
Will you answer the phone -
If it rings for you now?
Is it too late to call?
I’m asking now
At this late March hour
Can I call you right now?
Can I tell you I love you?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.12.01:35:54@130BklynNYC
Sock Pimp
You pusher
You Swiss Mother Fucker
Bringing your Euro trash wants to
America’s K-Mart and Target and Hanes Catalog Order
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
You trailing behind my gold striped socks
You trading in your comfort greys for black thins
Pushing and pulling and putting on and taking off
You waiting in line for the Mode and Vox and Architect!
You bulldozer sprayer, hand holder, Shinjuku fish eater, squirt maker!
You waffle maker, breast molester, radiology tumbler, fowl mouth kisser!
You fart smeller, shit blood remixer, rock star, Mountain Dew addict!
You Swiss Mother Fucker!
Sock pusher, Sock hustler, Sock whore, Sock pimp!
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.11.21:29:38@130BklynNYC
Many Ten
Hanging by the flag of patriotism
Lusting for something imaginary
Swarms of locusts wrap their love around us
Flesh of the King distributed among peasants
Keystone wheat fields left vacant
Rebellion necessary to end convictions
Dozens dampen their torrid palms
Placed together in chambers of gas
Howls of yesterday delivered today
Violent winds swallow dead skin
Executioner knocks on the door
With a steady pull,
Open
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.03.10.02:03:59@130BklynNYC
I Don’t Like Your Armpits
If I told you how I felt
If I told you the truth
If I told you that I didn’t like your armpits,
Would you still love me?
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.27.03:02:42@130BklynNYC
My Last Plea
Disarm my thoughts of suicide
To my employer:
Give me occupation.
To my lover:
I open my doors and heart,
Love me like you have never loved anyone before.
To my family:
Accept me for who I am and who I am not.
To my community:
Rid me of this loneliness; my drowning dead sea,
Rid me of this empty ache that I have inside.
Suffering internal disease,
Lacking the love of her lips.
Walking on earth endlessly,
Following my heart to eternity.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.27.01:02:45@130BklynNYC
Chasing
Chasing girls
Chasing toys, chasing boobies, chasing breasts
Chasing Cleo, chasing Booties, chasing Q, chasing chest
Chasing debt, chasing praise, chasing lampposts, chasing tickets
Chasing cars, chasing tin, chasing bucks, chasing change
Chasing music, chasing lens, chasing smash, chasing chance
Chasing dreams, chasing art, chasing life, chasing death
Chasing work, chasing elevator, chasing train, chasing system
Chasing old, chasing young
Chasing new, chasing one
Chasing you, chasing me
Chasing cloth, chasing bound, chasing ink, chasing store
Chasing beat, chasing meat, chasing pulse, chasing mud
Chasing tea, chasing meal, chasing episode, chasing Lego
Chasing kids, chasing airplane, chasing water, chasing rain
Chasing tail, chasing tale, chasing hail, chasing hale
Chasing phone call, chasing taste, chasing museum, chasing steps
Chasing curator, chasing signature, chasing fame, chasing clean
Chasing girls
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.26.18:23:39@130BklynNYC
My mother said,
My mother was right when she said I was going to fall in love with you.
And now I can’t remember what it was like before you.
I can’t remember what it’s like to not be in love.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.17.01:46:31@130BklynNYC
Autumn Wind
There is nothing
better
in life
than an
Autumn wind
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.02.13.03:00:00@130BklynNYC
Half
Diseases are attracted to me
Descended from the dead sea
Errors multiply their answer
Points leading to cancer
Broken bones become one
Common bells ring done
Consequences form an alliance
Institute a living man’s defiance
Thankfulness exists during apology season
Truthful commitment to love’s treason
Empty cavity thrown
Sacred emotions sewn
Widows of paradise pray
Single most cast away
Barricade the long loss
Went to trial, went to cross
Bisected, Divided
Confided, Suicided
I am half,
Never complete
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.29.23:15:00@130BklynNYC
A Moment’s Notice
In a moment, you hear the calling.
A voice ringing from an Opera.
Quiet, powerful, ranging.
She sings from the deepness.
You soar internally.
You feel high above the earth.
Everything is real, paused, significant.
They all love you.
Heaven exists, it waits, its door is ajar.
Your arrival time is now.
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.01.13.13:30:59@130BklynNYC