Simple Pimple
Simple pimple
On my chin
I’ve got a simple pimple
On my chin
I don’t have a simple pimple
On my chin
Just a simple pimple
Hanging out on the bottom of my chin
Simple pimple
Waiting to be popped
Simple pimple
On the bottom of my chin!
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.23.15.38.59@345NYC
Fire or Concrete
Burn your head on fire
Slam your head into concrete
Yes, that feels better
Thank you
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.21.16.41.39@345NYC
These Old Bones
These old bones
These bones are breaking
Breaking apart
Breaking down
Breaking like a wishing bone
Cracking and crackling
Fracturing and splintering
In my fingers
And in my legs
In my arms and in my spine
These old bones
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.04.21.45.00@NYC
Uncontrolled
Can’t control toddlers on a yellow school bus
Mommy and daddy creating a fuss
Can’t control kids on a plane
Feed them straight up sugar cane
Can’t control the steering wheel
Sitting on the couch watching let’s make a deal
Can’t control your sleep
Difficulty counting jumping sheep
Can’t control the irresistible taboo urge
Even the ugliest of the ugly splurge
Can’t control gas at a high price
Unified Gestapo agents disguised as ICE
Can’t control satellites in space
Politician pedophiles saying grace
Can’t control the weather station
Wayward citizens of the not so great nation
Can’t procrastinate any longer
Orange man is the greatest fear monger
Can’t change anything without much to say
Gotta cast a vote yesterday
Can’t hold your hand anymore
Ain’t no madam president a 2-dollar whore
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.21.12.19.00@345NYC
Reaching For You
When I’m stuck
In the dreary dirt below
In the void that echoes
In the deepest pit of mud
In the coldest cave
In the darkest abyss
In the vast nothingness
In the somber storm
In the deafening silence
In the dismal darkness
In the dreadful loneliness
In the melancholy of heartache
It is your hand I reach for
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.20.14.56.53@345NYC
The Smell of Fire on a Thursday Afternoon
It’s just another Thursday afternoon
Working at my desk
On Park Avenue
in New York City
Grand Central Terminal is to the South
Park Avenue Armory is to the North
To the East is the United Nations
To the West is Rockfeller Center
I’m just sitting here
Typing on keys
Smelling the all-consuming fire
That no one else smells
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.16.16.40.12@345NYC
Changing Lanes
Forward
Reverse
You continue doing what you know
The comfortable routine
The common tradition
The repetitive pattern
The everyday habit
The go-to ritual
The daily grind
The same
Sometimes,
you just have to change lanes
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.15.15.44.22@245NYC
In The Center of the Heart
In the center of the heart,
My heart
You’ll find a small, tiny chamber
The smallest chamber of all
And in that little space
That tiny space
That tiny little space
I store every memory
Every moment
Every sacred second
Every record
Every note
About you
About you and I
About our time together
Think of it as a tiny filing cabinet
Deep inside that tiny little chamber
Deep inside the center of my heart
And this is where my love for you
Is my most favorite Möbius strip
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.13.24.47.08@345NYC
Jude
We met at Fanelli Café in December of 1998
We dated heavily and made out heavenly
That love lasted a few weeks
And into a few months
Just shy of a year
Jude,
You were the one
Tattooed head to toe
Blazing flames of fire
Even during the howling winter months
Jude,
You were the one
Soft and tender hearted
Paint oozing sculpture building
Effortless you floated ideas from the Renaissance
Jude,
You were the one
Held me during dark times
Read me poetry and kept me hopeful
Listened to the haunts and abolished the flesh
Jude,
You were the one
Taught me moral discernment
Caged my beast and found my ground
Catapulted me into the man I have become
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.08.10.32.20@345NYC
Interruption Disruption
Giving some slack
Release the rope
Launching the boat from the dock
Waves carrying the message
Solving the riddle
Being the butt of the joke
Completed the crossword puzzle
Laughed inhaling the gas
Plugged up the drain with twisted hair
Ran hot water down for an hour
Bleached the tiles clean
Scrubbed the floor spotless
Returned the library book
Listened to a short story read
Made out behind the card catalog
Rug burned bottom skin
Forgot to call
Didn’t pick up the mail
Left the kettle on
Pressed the down elevator button
Dressed in a black tuxedo
Got married next to swans in the park
Walked to and from in a day’s race
Danced past midnight’s bond
Flew above the oceans
Worshipped the setting sun
Host on tongue
Exodus crossing water
Shrouded in the cleanest fabric
Not wanting dirt covering completely
One eye winking
Finger tap tap tapping
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.08.10.07.11@345NYC
Fighting the Fire
The intense inferno
Crawling up each side
Engulfing your breath
Holding you as a hostage
Squeezing life out of you
Erasing your existence
Smoking you out
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.04.03.08.54.00@130BklynNYC
Octopus Straddle
I lay still as she hovers above
Rubs me all the right ways
Luring me to devastating orgasms
She mounts me
Inching her bare pussy towards me
Gently teasing my erect fat cock
Lowering her hips
She eases her wet pussy lips
Upon my throbbing thick hard cock
Swallowing my shaft completely
I get lost deep inside her
Feeling the warmth grasp me in every way
I accept her invitation of entry
As her juices drip down my slippery cock
Wishing I could cream already
She finds a synching rhythm
Grinds her waist into me
My hands cupping her tits
Every movement
As I thrust my cock deeper inside
I begin to break with fever
Our sweat dampens the sheets
Fists clench and lips bitten
Bruised with pleasure
Drowning in debauchery
Getting lost in primal filth
Fluids flowing from every hole
Faster intensity heightening
Silent deadly moans
Transform into profound grunts
My body shakes like an earthquake
A tornado of depravity
As I surrender with an oozing load
© 2026 David Greg Harth
2026.04.01.19.00.00@161NYC
The Lion’s Bite
Roaring down the highway
Sharpening my teeth with sandpaper
With a switchblade in my heart
Gasoline leaking from the tank
Leaving a slick trail behind me
For all the followers to follow
Leading fury to my den of schist
Where the cradling warmth awaits
Clawing of walls echoes in eternity
Darkness drapes the world
Nesting together undisturbed
I die alone in your embrace
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.31.11.45.46@345NYC
Not Hearing, Listening
I had a quiet argument with myself
There was pushing and pulling
Extracting and excavating
A whisper flirted with my ear
Haunted me with my own voice
Made the hair on my arms stand straight
Formed bad decisions
Possibly even wrong
Knowing history could not change
Closed the door
Shut off the lights
And turned down the covers
I sleep
Waiting for the tide to take me out
Silence is listening
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.31.11.05.59@345NYC
The Last Banana
It was a Thursday
A normal middle of the month day
I got to the office early
As I often do
Walked in the rain
A block here
A block there
And one more block again
Said hello to the security guard outside
Said hello to the desk guards inside
Said hello to the elevator guard inside
I swiped my badge
I held my badge
I went up 8 floors in a box
I swiped my badge
I changed my shirt
I got my coffee
I got my water
I got my oatmeal
My favorite colleague arrived
I noticed a banana on her desk
And noticed a banana on my real favorite colleague’s desk
I wondered
“Where oh where was my banana?”
But in reality, my thought was more like
“Where was my banana?
And so, without hesitation
I got up from my desk
I made sure to follow the rules
I put on my jacket - my sport jacket - my blazer - the fabric cloak that goes over my T-shirt and makes me very very very hot and ran to the kitchen. I didn’t really run. I walked normal speed.
And there
In my sightline
Was
The last banana.
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.12.09.43.25@345NYC
Kamikaze
Ain’t no better time to pull the trigger
There is no better time
Than now
Barrel to my temple
Barrel in my mouth
No hidden secrets
No final goodbyes
No haunting regrets
Nothing worth saying
Nothing worth saving
Just destructing my purpose
Dreaming of a better moment
Death would silence my pain
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.07.22.37.52@130BklynNYC
Five One Five
Five to One
One to Five
Ten to Five
Five to Ten
Five Fives
Fifty Ones
Two Fifties
Fifty Twos
Two Fives
One Five
One Fifty
Fifty-Two Twos
Fifty-Two Ones
Fifty-Two Fives
Two Hundreds
Five Hundreds
Fifty Hundreds
Hundred Hundreds
I’m rich!
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.03.03.08.45.56@345NYC
The Glowing Light
I’ve been battered
Completely shattered into splinters
Beaten down to a pulp
Abandoned in the back of a junkyard
Swallowed in the ocean’s abyss
Neglected and forgotten
Broken
Left to rot
Discarded beneath the dirt
I’ve been in padded rooms
And fought off medical experiments
Dodged psychiatrists' false presumptions
I’ve been image enhanced
And held hands with the devil
Raged with a brain in zero gravity
Through all the pain I’ve suffered
I somehow endured
Without reason
Without encouragement
Without recognition
I survived
And so glad I did
Because if it wasn’t for you
I’d end
The love you gave me –
Unconditional
Non-transactional
Unrestricted
Compassionate and passionate
Fierce and tender
The love I have for you –
It was imminent
Without fear
My most sincere truth
You lit the glowing light
Inside my heart
That refuses to go dark
You make all the reasons to be alive
to stay alive
You are the reason
I choose morning
Again, and again
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.26.22.30.04@130BklynNYC
At Yesterday’s Turn
Turned the wrong way
Yesterday
Turned the wrong way
Should have made a right when I made a left
Should have made a left when I made a right
Made a wrong turn
Yesterday
Today
Thought about that wrong turn yesterday
That made me go the wrong way
Have you ever made such a turn?
Today? Or yesterday?
A turn the wrong way?
© 2026 David Greg Harth
26.02.11.15.40.31@345NYC