Just Passing Through

I filled the prescriptions at the drug store

Picked them up the very next morning

Took the 7-day course

And now I’m on the daily course

And now I’m on the nightly course

Routine

So many prescriptions

Juggle them in this medical jungle

That I have become so familiar with

Getting old and dying is so complicated

This is wrong

That is wrong

This is falling apart

Because of this, this is also falling apart

So, prescribe another medication

Swallow the pills

One after the other

To extend this life

One passes the other

Pass the other

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.27.16.01.46@345ParkNYC

Couch

Placed my skull on the table

The table at the end of your couch

You were watching television

Ignoring me as usual

As you usually do

You didn’t even realize

That I took my skull out of my head

And placed it on the table

The table at the end of your couch

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.27.15.04.22@345ParkNYC

Loving You (Version #2)

Rusty nails

Under my skin

Stuck between my memories

And my future sin

Unpredictable uncertainty

From the choices I made

As a child to adulthood

So many wrongs played

Forgotten names

Of every and each treasure

But nestled between her thighs

Was my greatest pleasure

Spewing out the truths

They set my inferno free

Threatened by limited time

I succumbed and bent my knee

Haunting’s from yesterday

Made my daydreams reality

A door ajar invited me inside

Even in surrendering I make a plea

I planted my strongest seed in the earth

To mark my early grave

Fallen from the sky at great speed

To this love I have become a slave

Turn off the kettle

A warm tea by the crackling fire

I melt in love with you

And wrap my scalp in barbwire

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.27.14.53.29@345ParkNYC

In The Center

In the center

Between

The two valleys

This isn’t your mother’s shopping center

Get out the cart

Take out the trash

Look at the rearview mirror

Objects are closer than they appear

Purchase what’s on sale

Return your full price items

Return the gifts

Return to the scene of the crime

Sign up for the store bonus

Shake out your chicken leg

And pay by check

Rolling over

Rolling under

Rolling thunder

Trying to find the receipt

Paid for

Exchange

Contemplate the rate

Layaway

Credit

This is a store announcement

This is a sore loser

This is a poor customer

This is a thank you

Lying to security

Lying flat

Temper tantrum on the floor

Bought a new hat

Lighting fuses

Refusing to leave

Put away the refuse

Take the dog out for a walk

Town Center

Center Fold

Center Reach

Center Insight

Birthing Rights

Women’s Rights

Right hand turn rights

Right wing lefts

Left hand turns

Turning to write

Written right

Correct

Between her legs

Bright

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.24.18.05.41@130BklynNYC

Catching Shooting Stars

To catch a shooting star

You’ll need:

A wide net

A good eye

A mighty drive

A pinch of hope

A cup of caffeine

A bundle of patience

A lot of determination

And an eager heart

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.21.11.56.10@345ParkNYC

First-Class Riot

His hair was unwashed

Messy and uncombed

His face aged with last week’s shave

Sandpaper skin; rattle snake envy

Well used paperback book

He put on his dark blue Levi’s

Buttoned his collared shirt

He dusted off his leather boots

And placed his wool hat on his head

He drove his pickup truck out to the desert

Had no rhyme only reason

Searching for her name under his breath

He howled at the lonesome sky

Hot sun beat down between the clouds

Baked the cracked riverbed dry

Tumbleweed blowing in the wind’s grasp

Echoes of vultures circling overhead

He showed up late

And she was nowhere to be found

Just a damaged pocket-watch out of time

That hoped for one last chime

Because he’s a first-class riot

Unreliable

Beaten down

Not trustworthy

And territorial

Completely unhinged

And gave her the back of his hand one too many times

She left before he arrived

Rode the lost stallion as far as she could

Headed towards the rising moon

Didn’t leave any memories behind

Burned them to ash before she left

Burned them to ash

Left her haunts on the upright cross

Bloodstains seeped deep into the dirt

Dropped ripped and torn cloth 

Guided her hopes inside her treasure chest

Left her back home nest

He drove back to the border come dark

Without headlights to guide his path

Ended up in a ditch to die and waste out

Splayed to roast and rot

Coyotes call and moan

Towards his throat they do roam

Because he’s a first-class riot

© 2026 David Greg Harth

26.01.14.16.24.00@345ParkNYC

As The Night Falls

The biggest threat

Are the words unspoken

As the thoughts remain inside

Hidden from the outside world

Hidden from any chance of

Assistance

Understanding

Or Help

Thoughts

Covered

Coveted

Camouflaged

Disguised so deeply

Unrecognizable

Unintelligible

Words swept away

Words kept under lock and key

Words sheltered beneath layers

Words that have become secrets

Words woven into my unconscious

Words placed in solitary confinement

Words tucked and compartmentalized

Words isolated from an ignored reality

Words at the bottom of my emotional sea

Words placed on shelves in the chambers of my heart

The biggest threat

To my ongoing existence

Are the unspoken words

Are the words unspoken

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.18.15.53.00@245ParkNYC

Opportunistic Droplets

One

Two

Three

Drip

Drop

Droop

Droplets from the sky

Droplets don’t ask why

Droplets from her mouth

Droplets down south

Droplets from mother

Droplets from another

Droplets from the baby

Droplets of the flu maybe

Droplets while working

Droplets in corners lurking

Droplets on the train

Droplets from the rain

Droplets in the elevator

Droplets are the healthy traitor

Drip

Drop

Droop

Droplets to go

And droplets to stay

Droplets to take away

Droplets to go

And droplets in formation

Droplets for all the nation

Droplets to go

And droplets to fear

Droplets to make disappear

Goodbye droplets

Bad bad droplets

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.18.09.18.28@345ParkNYC

Rusty Nails

Rusty nails

These rusty nails

Rusty nails in my feet

Between my toes

Rusty to the heads and tails

Rusty nails in the palm of my hands

Rusty nails in my heels

Rusty nails up my nostrils

Rusty in my forehead

Rusty in my bones

Rusty to rest

And resting to rust

And old 

And rust

To dust

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.17.10.55.39@345ParkNYC

Inside the Room

Door bolted

Walls held past photographs

Some photographs were in color

Some were not

Photographs of unknown people

Unfamiliar people

All photographs were in frames

Frames from different decades

The walls locked secrets

Whispered revealing stories

Escaped the dreadful past

Cried for the loathsome future

Windows closed and covered

No hint from the wind

No light from outdoors

An avocado green shag carpet

Lined the floor from wall to wall

Cherished stains of wine and caffeinated beverages

A table was in the center of the room

Rectangular with chipped curved corners

A pale mustard yellow Formica top

With chrome legs

Perfectly centered equal distant from all walls

No chairs to sit on

No couch

No La-Z-Boy

No Bean Bag chair

The ceiling had tobacco stains

Echos of screaming

Both pain and pleasure 

There was a knock at the door…

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.15.13.35.16@345ParkNYC

Could

Couldn’t believe

Could not believe

Belief in what could be

Could have been

Could not

Believe in what could be

Could not have belief

Believe not

Could not not believe

Belief in the believable

Couldn’t believe in belief

Couldn’t have been

Could not believe in

Couldn’t not have believed in

Have believed

Believed in the believable

Could have

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.11.16.25.00@345ParkNYC

List of 10: Events I’ve Never Attended

Presidential inauguration

Live taping of a game show

Live taping of a sitcom

Music concert outside of the Americas

The Republican National Convention

The Democratic National Convention

Confirmation ceremony

An NFL game

Trivia night

Speed dating

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.10.16.05.00@245ParkNYC

The Wolf’s Blind Eye

Deep in the unknown wilderness

Paths are created by animals I’ll never see

Some paths only traveled on once

Some paths are frequently taken

Some paths newly discovered

Some paths discarded

Animals birthing and dying

At different rates 

Depending upon human hunters

Depending upon prey and predator

Depending upon the type of animal

Depending upon availability of food

Depending upon the changing terrain

Depending upon how harsh the weather is

In the brook sprouting in all directions

In the narrows of echoing canyons

In the shadows of every forest tree

In the meadow of innocence

You’ll find a lone wolf

With one blind eye

He is your beacon

Your compass

Your compassionate listener

Your warmhearted spirit

Your generous griever

A friend like no other

And when that lone wolf

Finds you

Do not hide

Welcome it

And die in pride

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.09.13.07.26@345ParkNYC

Speed

Crossing the galaxy

At unknown speeds

Could be speed of sound

Could be speed of light

I really couldn’t say

Since I’m not well adverse in knowing facts about speed

I am no expert

Just a mere humble agent of love

Riding the wave of the galaxies

What I can tell you is that

I’m the luckiest galaxy traveler

in the plethora of galaxies

that exist in this grand universe

You may ask why I consider myself

the luckiest galaxy traveler

in the plethora of galaxies

that exist in this grand universe

And if you asked me

“Why do you consider yourself the luckiest galaxy traveler in the plethora of galaxies that exist in this grand universe?"

I’d answer with,

“It’s because I fell in love with you and you fell in love with me."

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.08.13.43.11@345ParkNYC

Returned The Moon

I broke a wishbone

I threw a penny in the well

I wished upon a shooting star

I kept a rabbit’s foot in my pocket

I cherished the ladybug on my arm

I saved a four-leaf-clover in my wallet

I have a horseshoe above my entrance

I followed the color to the end of the rainbow

I lit up the sky

I counted the clouds

I wrote dozens of poems for you

I made a choice at the fork in the road

I named names

I asked for a refund

And I returned the moon

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.05.21.02.46@130BKLYNNYC

Ring

Church bells would ring

In morning with intentional mourning

A sapphire and diamond ring

Circled her cold dead finger now blue

Best friends would ring

Offering heartfelt condolences

Short breathed and beaten in the ring

Bringing home gold after gold

A furious fire made a ring

Around a sacrificial lamb

Her dreams of a planet’s ice ring

Eclipsed even an asteroid’s belt

The last month lets us ring

Yet another unwelcome year

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.05.05.34.00@130BklynNYC

Boxes (Version #2)

These boxes

They had such a grip on me

These boxes

They owned my life

These boxes

They controlled me

These boxes

They prevented me

These boxes

They were in the way

These boxes

For 

Love letters and

Greeting cards

Photographs

Drawings

and grandfather’s clothes

Boxes for

Packing Material and

Decorations

Keys, coins, postage stamps

and medications

Important papers

Tax documents

Receipts

Health records

and my living will

Boxes for

Discarded dreams

Lingering tasks

Hidden nightmares

and

Closures

These boxes

For

Misery

Moving

Memories

Momentos

Stifling

Stuffing

Selling

Shipping

Storage

Sorting

Boxes for

Undiscovered discoveries 

These boxes

For

Toys

and

Vinyl records

And wishbones, human teeth, and specimens

and

Sketchbooks

Pencils

Pens

Inks

Paint

Crayons

Saw blades

Hair

Ashes

Bones

Boxes for

Enemies

Friends

Foes

Lovers

Heroes

and Protagonists

These boxes

Boxes to the grave

Boxes of life

Cardboard boxes

Controlling boxes

Owning boxes

Box ownership

Down with the vessel

Down with the sea

No more boxes

For you

and

me

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.04.06.14.57@130BklynNYC

Everyone Wants My Money

Causes

Shelters

Activists

Charities

Institutions

Non-Profits

Associations

Communities

Organizations

Small groups

Large groups

Minorities

Majorities

Mosques

Churches

Synagogues

Film houses

Art spaces

Museums

Theatres

Centers

Politicians

Pundits

Environmentalists

Researchers

Scientists

Corporations

Hospitals

Schools

Stores

Food banks

Blood banks

My bank

The rich

The poor

The hungry

The unclothed

Panhandlers

Homeless

and

Children in need

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.02.13.33.00@345ParkNYC

Lucy’s Cafe

A tale of two

Two blonde bisexuals in bed with me

Back behind the kitchen

At Lucy’s Cafe

One preferred to be on top

One preferred to be on bottom

One preferred it missionary

One preferred it from behind

Both blonde bisexuals in bed with me

Enjoyed watching the other suck me

Both blonde bisexuals in bed with me

Enjoyed watching the other fuck me

Both blonde bisexuals in bed with me

Enjoyed coffee

and grilled cheese sandwiches

and French fries with a side of ketchup

Back behind the kitchen

At Lucy’s Cafe

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.12.01.24.01.03@130BklynNYC

Jumping Rocks

Pebbles

Grey ones

Blue ones

Black ones

Ruby Red

Chilmark Pond

Miami Beach

Commencement Bay

Cliffs of Moher

Dead Sea

Salt

Ebony spheres

Egg whites

Gold tones

Twigs

Driftwood

Sand between your toes

Skipping stones

Setting sun

;

Inverse the sky

Rain clouds envelope the memories

Closed my aging eyes

To never feel the pain again

To never wake up again

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.11.30.17.35.01@130BklynNYC