You, The Bank, The Knives

I went to the bank,

you were there.

When I got home,

you were there.

I leaned over for a kiss

You took two knives to my legs

Stabbed my upper thighs

And you ran out of the house

I went to the bank,

you were there.

When I got home,

you weren’t there.

I’m bleeding still

I’ve removed the knives

I’m recovering well,

Thanks for asking.

I went to the bank

I robbed it

And now I’m serving years

I committed this felony

Because I had a gun

Shot nobody

I’m still bleeding

I went home

You weren’t there

You don’t visit me

You are home without me

If it’s money you wanted

Why didn’t you just ask?

Why didn’t you just ask?

I would have given you my greatest jewels

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.06.30.24:26:39@130BklynNYC

Can’t Stop

Stop

Stopping is something I can’t do

I cannot stop this addiction

I try my best

I try everything I can possibly do

But I’m addicted

I can’t stop this addiction

I’ll hunt

I’ll capture

I’ll lure

I’ll convey

I’ll produce

But I can’t stop

I try and try and try

No matter what I do

I cannot stop

I can’t stop

I could not this morning

I could not this afternoon

I could not this evening

I can’t now, I can’t later

I couldn’t stop yesterday

I couldn’t stop today

I doubt I’ll stop tomorrow

I’ll try my best

I’ll try everything in my power

I’ll try to delete and I’ll try to erase

I’ll try to avoid and I’ll try to persuade

I’ll try to mingle and I’ll try honesty

But I can’t stop

There is no stopping

I cannot stop this addiction

I’m addicted and there is nothing I can do to stop

I can’t stop

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.06.27.20:57:31@130BklynNY

Messenger

Neither fate nor reason

My heart has been annihilated

Held accountable for high treason

I have gone far to declare my plea

Barriers crossed and persuaded vestals

Your beauty swallows me up like the sea

Love’s anthem has been sung by choir

No matter how many mountains or oceans I shall travel

My covet for you will never tire

Early sunrise brought morning song

Master’s root birthed angelic trinity

It is to you, which I belong

I have selected the clandestine mask for my war

In and out I’ll drift like a howling wind from past

A heart like mine is not easy to ignore

With each passing tide

I’ll follow your forever scent

There is no captor who can hide

Early on you became my keeper

When you harpooned my heart

I fell in love with you deeper

I melted at your mesmerizing allure

My chronic disease escaped

You were my only cure

You are the continuing catalyst

That makes my timepiece go forth

I promise you another tantalizing tryst

An angel filled with compassion

Yet it was you who abandoned

And sent for my assassin

In your absence I’ve become dead

Your sweet voice still echoes

I hear what you said

Denying our unification

One cannot evade for long

For it is love’s greatest violation

Thicket of thorns bound my head

All angels of sympathy visit my gate

Each adversary wishes I were dead

Sentenced to multiple years

Confined in shackles under darkness

Each river you cross is made of my tears

For eternity I will find my means

Even from this forced exile

Every night I’ll infiltrate your dreams

You enslaved my heart

Once free from this prison

It’s not easy to begin another start

You were my sanctuary of tranquility

Only an artist’s death

Can create such legendary visibility

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.06.27.11:49:11@130BklynNYC

Written in five cities:

Hamburg, Copenhagen, Mexico City, Washington D.C., New York City

The Divided Heart

Divided territories

Borders patrolled

Divided portions

Borders infiltrated

Something to be worried about

Something to be feared

Something to comprehend

And something invalid

This heart of mine is divided

As it often is

Torn in half

Torn in quarters

Torn in eighths

And so, on

When I first laid my eyes upon you

I fell in love

At very first sight

And this happens

Each time I come across you

If only

I knew your name

And forgot hers

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.06.20.17:50:00@NYC

Elbows

Let me tell you a story

About my elbows

When I was younger

Younger, meaning just a few years ago

I was in horrible pain

My elbows

I decided to divide my arms up

First the left side

I took a hacksaw in my right hand

I cut off my left arm, just below the elbow.

I then struggled to wrap a tourniquet

Just below my elbow

Using my right hand

And my

Teeth

I can assure you it was very difficult

After wrapping the lower portion of my severed left arm in wet gauze

I placed it in a huge thermal container of ice

The next part

I took the hacksaw again

With my right hand

And cut just above my left elbow

I placed my left elbow

In a jar filled with formaldehyde

I then unwrapped the lower portion of my arm

From its frozen gauze

Placed it on the table and lined up my now shortened

Left arm

I removed the tourniquet

Steadily, with my right hand and my

Teeth

I sewed my lower left arm to the upper left arm

My elbow

Now

Gone

The next part proved itself quite difficult

I’m a right-handed person, not

Left

I took the hacksaw in my left hand

And cut off the lower part of my right arm

This was difficult because I could not remain steady

I did not have a clean cut

Quite jagged

Ripped

And

Torn

But I managed to remove the lower part of my right arm

And like the left

Next came wet gauze, ice, tourniquet.

Following along

I then cut off my right elbow

And placed the right elbow

In a separate jar from the left elbow

And like before

Following the steps previously

Only extremely more difficult

With my left hand and teeth

I sewed my lower right arm to my upper right arm

In the past you have incorrectly perceived me

To be a man with two elbows

What you don’t know about me

Until now

Was that I am man

With no elbows

Except for my two jars at home

Each containing

An

Elbow

© 2011 David Greg Harth

Asparagus

Asparagus,

You make my pee stink!

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.6.08.06:53:00@130BKLYNNYC

Your Ass Is Like Moonlight

The last time

I was penetrating you

You were bent over

And I was sliding inside you

From behind.

My view was divine

The last time

Oh! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Moonlight

The last time

I robbed your heart

You were wrapped in my sheets

And I embraced you

From behind.

My view was divine

The last time

Oh! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Moonlight

The last time

I photographed you

You lowered your clothes

And I witnessed your porcelain ass

From behind.

My view was divine

The last time

Oh! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Moonlight

The last time

I went down on you

Your soft lips tasted so sweet

And I lifted you upwards

From behind.

My view was divine

The last time

Oh! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Moonlight

The last time

I was in love

You ran away from me

I said farewell

From behind.

My view was divine!

The last time

Oh! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh

Moonlight

Moonlight

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.05.16.22:02:00@FLT1124

Often

They (They) think I'm a male whore

It’s not true

I may flirt

I may believe in true chivalry

I may be warm and caring

I may be passionate

I may have a thick cock

But it’s not true

My number is low (and sacred)

But I assure you (all)

I am selective

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.05.16.21:12:00@FLT1124

Baltic Love

These sails of time are cast

I am the boat which leaves dock last

I’ve leaped across this sea

So, my truth could be with thee

You have the nautical chart

To the seascape of my heart

This struggling battle inside

Brings each new turning tide

Deep in the depths of you

Is the key to my eternal view

I was a vacant shattered hole

But you escorted me to your soul

Within me the endless patience resides

Forgetting these dreams of ritual suicides

My best friend is time

Falling in love with you was my colossal crime

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.04.29.10:56:00@VordingborgDenmark

Doctor’s Appointment

I went to the Doctor’s office

Because I had an appointment

9am sharp

And I was there at 8:45am

Because I’m never late for anything

My doctor informed me

That I’m dying

Of a broken heart

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.03.21.17:38:18@550NYC

Old Crusty Hole

I couldn’t help but enter

I was lured in

Tempted by the fate of promising jewels

Hidden aged diamonds

One never knows what you’ll discover in caves

Or dusty tombs

And nooks and crannies beneath ancient pyramids

So I put on my archaeologist hat

And took the adventure

Digging around

First you go in with your hands

Feeling around

Touching the walls

Blindly not know what you’re feeling

This rough texture

This sandpaper

The walls are flaking apart

Aged particles falling off

Bark like a tree disintegrating in your hands

Dust coughing, clouds parting

I feel around not knowing what I’m searching

Trying to figure out if this hole is big enough

Trying to figure out if its acceptable

Can such treasures be found here?

Could I really go hunting inside here?

How deep could I go in?

After my initial search

I figured it was time for the exploration

With my past behind me

My weapon in front of me

I’m ready to go forth

These walls wrapped around me

I feel so enclosed

Encompassed

Like an old aged home

A library never read

A closet never opened

A coffin coming alive

This hole becoming ripe

I see the scratch marks my fingers made

Grey cracked walls

Peeling and chipped

No leakage

Barely able to breathe

I can’t find any air inside this hole

I dig deeper and deeper for this treasure

I know I’ll find it here some place

And gain this grand pleasure

These walls crumble around me

So bridle they fall and fail

These old walls collapse

Into a pile of dust

Deep inside this old crusty hole

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.03.19.15:49:48@130BklynNYC

The Last Voice

I put the last call in

No one answered

Penned and written

The ink well is dry

Envelope is sealed

Hidden and delivered

Hope is forgotten

Love is all I wanted

You called me

You told me not to die

You were the last voice I heard

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.03.15.16:12:47@550NYC

Now

Sitting there

Next to my nameless friend

Hearing the orchestra perform

Their instruments echoed through the great hall

Three tiers above the ground floor

I think about jumping off

Thoughts enter as they often do

But for yet another reason I don’t

The canyon is free today

Toothless lady behind us waves a flag

Memorable wed woman wears fishnet stockings

Outside rain gently coats the winter streets

I feel so uncomfortable in my chair

I question to myself, “Is it hot in here?”

My head feels warm.

My clothes are uncomfortable

My throat is sore from my medications

These eyes of mine are burning

I’m hungry, yearning for food

Thirsty, for water, for purity

My insides hurt

I have an itch, a tingle

I begin to scratch

The center of my chest

I no longer hear the music

It’s all irrelevant

I can’t see my nameless friend next to me

I scratch this carnivorous itch

I unbutton my shirt

Placing my hand against my skin

Scratching, scratching, scratching

I feel this burning inside

Rough burlap bags on fire

Spools of barbed wire fighting for position

Vultures pecking at my insides

I must scratch my itch

My fingernails dig deeper

I’m making red streaks across my chest

I scratch at my itch

My itch becomes more powerful

I tear at my flesh

And my skin comes off

The philharmonic ignores me

And I avoid them

I dig

I dig out my flesh

I scratch out my flesh

Until I reach bone

I scratch until I come to my sternum

I pick at it, picking off my flesh

This itch

This constant itch

Blood is on my fingers, on my hand

As I scratch I remove more layers

Scratch and dig deeper

Dig a hole into my bone

Snap my bone

Break and crack

My breast bone splinters

Pieces scatter into the undisturbed stale air

I scratch until I can no longer scratch

I pull out my heart, is itching

I scratch and scratch my heart

I scratch this itching heart

My heart is in the palm of my hand

Still beating, I ask,

What do I do now?

What do I do now?

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.02.25.17:20:05@550NYC

Forever

18,516,330 + 9,468,000 = 148,938

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.02.24.03:12:33@130BklynNYC

In

No turning back

Not heading towards a heart attack

No way to halt

Not turning into a pillar of salt

No direction given

Not an indication of being forgiven

No signals have been alerted

Not the slightest chance of being deserted

No more poetry worth penning

Not a poison in the world preventing

No military brigade could stop

Not the greatest dive off a cliff drop

No escape from fate

Not going to portray myself with hate

No tension released

Not going down on you to feast

No talking with conversation

Not able to rid of admiration

No possibility to find a way out

Not ever going to be your devout

No more pride holding my head high

Not even death would make this feeling die

Once you’re in, you're in

And when you’re in,

You’re in

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.02.17.18:11:00@NYC

Silently Destroyed

Without warning –

            I was attacked

The deadly serpent

Has been stalking me

Watching my every move for the past few months

Watching my comings and goings

Watching my daily routine

She tortured me

She wailed her songs

She lured me with her dance

She punctured my tough skin with her razor sharp teeth

She sucked everything out of me

She removed all of my vital organs

She dug out my heart from its skeletal shell

Without warning –

            I was attacked

The serpent came

Quietly and slowly

From behind she crept

Beneath dark winter clouds

While time was passing on the evolutionary clock

I didn’t see it coming

These terrorist tribunals

These tremendous troubles

These explosive endearments

She stole my season

She captured all my reason

She made me commit to love’s treason

Without warning –

            I was attacked

Night and day

She ate me alive

And she hijacked my heart

Now I am defeated

And now I am destroyed

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.02.08.01:35:18@130BklynNYC

Like

I like your status

I like your photo

I like your link

and I like your video

I like your joke

I like your post

I like your friend

and I like your quote

I like your emoticon

I like your letters

I like your punctuation

and I like your sentences

I like your favorites

I like your list

I like your pages

and I like your likes

I like your cities

I like your countries

I like your travel

and I like your time

I like your updates

I like your comments

I like your persuasion

and I like your responses

I like your contribution

I like your talk

I like your discussion

and I like your vulnerability

I like your portrait

I like your gaze

I like your eyes

and I like you

© 2011 David Greg Harth

2011.02.02.13:29:18@550NYC

Oceans Become Men

We throw ourselves into the ocean

Because we are single men with a noble notion

We flood love upon our defiant muses

As impaled swords leave our hearts with bruises

We have orchids weaved together to make our battle armor

It is our faithful duty to be the romantic charmer

We came forth as warrior poets have risen

Our consciousness confines us into our own prison

We lure you with our poetic harmony in our hymns

And die for you in an instant or give up each of our limbs

We are the ancient guardians of chivalry

And surrender to our heart’s honesty

We are brave enough for any wreckage at sea

Our sensuality is matched with our curiosity

We drown with our voices unheard

Our engagement comes on the third

We stand with dignity without regrets

These departures are only empty threats

We ride fire chariots to the sun

And we pocket the suicidal gun

We follow the searching sparrow

To our very own crucifixion by arrow

We are lost as we mourn

Remembering the very reason, we were born

We are the defenders of truth

The unrivaled hunters who go sleuth

We are angels on patrol

And into our mouth we put coal

We are dreamers who confess

And die lonely deaths

We are ocean men

And we are holy men

We flood you with our love till the very last end

When oceans become men

And men become oceans

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.01.29.02:55:41@130BklynNYC

Robot Whore

Robot Whore

Sucking on my thick cock

Always going back for more

Never beating the clock

Robot Whore

I command her to sit and stay

Her clothes I ripped and tore

Without hesitation she did obey

Robot Whore

Sink your throat down on me

Kneel and drop to the floor

Become my sin and my escapee

Robot Whore

Swallowing every last drop

Over and over, she is so sore

She gushes when she’s on top

Robot Whore

Bite marks covering her bare skins

Doing her sloppy to ignore

Big tits forming gigantic twins

Robot Whore

Sinking teeth into flesh

Conflicting emotions at war

Slap her face for being fresh

Robot Whore

She’s compliant and she begs

With rough fucking we hardcore

The slut has no eggs

Robot Whore

Fishnet stockings on her thighs

I fucked, I cursed, I swore

Bulging cock in disguise

Robot Whore

Making me shoot a creamy cum

When I explode, I let out a roar

Multiple convulsions with a hum

Robot Whore

Only a fat thick cock incredibly hard

Missing the she I so greatly adore

Memories of you, I now discard

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.01.27.24:44:56@130BklynNYC

One Brick, Two Brick

One Brick, Two Brick,

Three Brick, Four

Four Brick, Five Brick,

Six Brick, Seven

Seven Brick, Eight Brick,

Nine Brick, Ten

Ten Bricks, Twenty Bricks

Thirty Bricks, Forty

Forty Bricks, Fifty Bricks

One Hundred Bricks tall

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.01.18.15:23:46@550NYC