Love (Version #09)
The bed is cold
The sheets still have your scent
I’ve been hunting under the covers
Searching for you
I’ve been eating cake for days
The sprinkles add the final touch
Perfect and yummy
Delicious to my taste buds
The air is cold
But the heart is warm
My blue eyes are opening
Ive never let someone in so far
Cupid must have pricked my tushie
Must have flown on by
Because now all I see is pinks and reds
On this day
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.14.01:19:12 @ 1515 NYC
Valentine’s Day : (BAM!)
Licking Beef
Your curves
Your sensual lust
Thrust of a tongue
Oh, dear,
Beef, no more
I went to the drugstore
Picked up dinner on the way
Stopped at Exxon
And forgot the children at school
Sorry, I forgot
You were Kosher
And I, just blind
Your father is missing his index tip
Lost it at the machine shop years ago
Autumn leaves make our bed spread
Shaking hands of wet tears
In and out
Film outings
And burning sensations
Clean, crisp salad, packaged tightly
Every night I wake for coffee
Past the toast
And we’ll be friends
Past the beef
And I’ll be wed
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.08.14:14:10 @ 1515 NYC
The delivery type has not been selected
Yes it has.
I know I did.
Yes I did.
Oh gosh
Oh jolly gosh
Every little thing is gonna be all right
Japanese
Miami
Chicago
And back home
Could it be
Blue eyes
Mickey!
Oooooo
Sweet stinker!
Shoot
Darn it!
I missed out
I missed it
I’ll get in
Never doubt
Sugar
Shuga
Cube in the tube
Lube up
I’m going in
Coming out
I selected
It ain’t judgement day
Election or discriminate
I’ll be ready to terminate
Flick the switch
Powerful
Baby.
Oh well
I’ll see you later
Alligator
I’m walking
To the beat
The beat drum
I’m sexy
On the cat walk
Cat walk
Here we go
Round town
Driving around
Follow up
Milk shake
Thousand pounds
No more frowns
I’m smiling, smiling now
Can’t you see
My head just burst
I’ve got a bubble on my mind
Bubble on my mind...
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.01.11.01:01:01 @ 296 NYC
01
It’s Near Years Day
Come see the lights
Come see the people dressed in black
And see her legs spread wide open
It’s New Years Day
Thousands of years after Christ died
For my sins?
And look at my bloody hands
It’s New Years Day
I’m outta cash
No salt tears to pour with
No thoughts remain
It’s New Years Day
I’m out of it
I’m searchless
Think of a little hope
It’s New Years Day
Shouldn’t be too long now
I’ve got the gauge
I’m ready set go
It’s New Years Day
Dark clouds overhead now
I saw a puppy just the other day
Little life left in a little life present
It’s New Years Day
Don’t be good
Around the corner shot gun
I’ll be back from seven eleven
It’s New Years Day
Don’t shed a tear
It’s going to be thunder
It’s going to be real
It’s Near Years Day
The children are dead
No one to play with
Sugar in my head
It’s Near Years Day
The playground is empty
My hands are solid and numb
My feet are stained with your purity
It’s New Years Day
Put on my dress wear
I’ll hide in a shadow
And see you next year
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.01.01.01:01:01 @ 2594DVA
Romantic Lovie
Oh Romeo
My big buddy
My fat cat
Sweet stinker
You run after fishy
You are a great thumper
Romping around
Running around
Laughing
Goofy
Oh Romeo
You black and white
You big eyed wonder
You silly goose!
Showing a path
A running bolt
A stalker
And birdie chirper
Lovie Dovie in bed
Humping thy breast
Tonight, and night
Tickle Tickle toe tickler
Oh Romeo
What?
Whadya say?
What?
You want to play with fishy??
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.22.01:39:49 @ 296NYC
Cheesecake, Blueberry Pie
Cheesecake
Blueberry Pie
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Brownies
Peanut Butter Heaven
Raspberry Croissant
Banana Bread
Crumb Coffee Cake
Chocolate Covered Pretzels
Mississippi Mud Pie
Apple Strudel
Fudge
Key Lime Pie
Apple Pie
Oreo Cake
Carrot Muffin
Chocolate Glazed Doughnuts
Seven Layer Cake
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.14.23:48:13 @ 296NYC
Tooth Fighter of the Night
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I won’t let you down.
I’ll rise straight back up
From the dead
From the dirt in which I’m buried under.
I’d burn in hell because I’m the forgiver of greatest sins
I’d make love to you if you were a larva carcass
I’d kill your mother if only she was still alive
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll purchase products by Sony and Mattel
I’ll purchase products by Fuji and Banana Republic
I’ll strengthen my weakness by feeding on your weak
I’ll strengthen my weakness by eating at your soul
Eating the flesh off your back
Licking your blood up off the floor
Your menstrual blood
Your baby blood
Your fuck blood
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll sink under and come up again
I’ll keep coming back for more
You can’t beat me down
You can’t erase me
You can’t make me disappear
You can’t dissolve my image
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll steal your teeth and make pretty necklace charms
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll leave you stamped bills beneath your fluffy pillow
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll fuck your daughter’s angel
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I won’t amend to please or surpass your dream
I won’t soothe or edit text-based imagery
I won’t use nicer words or be romantic
I won’t laugh or cry for your benefit
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night,
I’ll be a fighter
I’ll search and never die
I’ll always reach higher
I’ll always try again and again
I’ll survive
I’ll listen, look, learn, live and love
Because I’m the Tooth Fighter of the Night.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.12.05.01:03:14@296NYC
not mechanical
Bionic Blend
Blurred vision
Cellular devices hooked up
Surrounding my brain
Encompass my thoughts
Bookend around the B Train
RA-Dio waves passing through
Traveling speeds
Fast speed
High on crack
On wave tunes
High tunes
Electronic exchanges
B sides
Brave ballrooms
Hung balls
Nut cracking massages
Super Duper High Tech
Revolution
Lube
Glued
television
multiplication the simplification
B frank B kite B byte
Singapore
Tye
Von
Ren the dollar, rent the book
Streak
Light
Mental note
note of sugar
Sugar cane
note in the bag
B
B the travel
B the plane
jet just blast
Bring on
Become the ring
Role off the tongue
9 8 20 23 20 2 sea you 2 Bnm
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.21.12:47:34 @ 296 NYC
Sad
Sad because you don’t know why
Sad because I made a black painting
Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear
Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me
Sad because my will is incomplete and I don’t have a phone number handy
Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music
Sad because she knows
Sad because she is so mighty
Sad because she is so beautiful
Sad because she is so right
Sad because she is so tremendous
Sad because she is not here
Sad because she is not mine
Sad because a candle burns alone
Sad because I smell of smoke
Sad because I’ve been sold
Sad because my property went
Sad because
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.23:21:33 @ 296 New York City
Hero
You are my hero.
You have inspired me
To live
To create
To love
You are my hero.
You have taught me
To standup
To fightback
To rebel
You are my hero.
You have shown me
The world
The light
The god
You are my hero.
You have imbedded taste in me
For art
For lust
For truth
You are my hero.
You have listened
When I was crying
When I was damaged
When I was not even yours
You are my hero.
You have met my inspiration
You have met my followers
You have met my lovers
You are my hero.
You have enlightened me
To teach peace
To teach trust
To teach kindness
You are my hero.
You have brought gifts to me
Ones I will open daily
Ones I will cherish forever
Ones I will share with my children
You are my hero.
You have cried
You have laughed
You have died
You will always be my hero.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.11.12.01:41:36 @ 296 NYC
Mistake Win
I never thought you could recover from the mistakes you made
But now tears roll down my eyes and all I want
Is my cheek to be next to yours
I never thought I could be wrong or make someone so beautiful
But now the mirror is broken and the garage glass shattered
You made me mad because you should have waited.
Now you have left with no news of today; only yesterday
Mistakes come and go
People come and go
But I’ll never find another lesson
Another bruise
Another time for manipulation or prostitution
Youve inspired me to grow up
Grow older
And grow higher
But now youve left me
With my fist in the glass; bloody
It’s pouring rain outside
But I am not wet
The wind is burning my face
But it is not windy
The ground is shaking beneath me
But the money is not falling from the tree
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.03:16:00@296NYC
00.11.12.24:45:00@296NYC
Vomit
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit in my dreams
I vomit on the land
We rolled around
In that orange and green
In that yellow and brown
In that neon blue
We rolled around
Horsed around
Fooled around
I punctured her skin
With my stick
We had a fuck
In that vomit
Vomit all around
Puke on myself
She puked on me
And then I on her
I vomit during the day
I vomit during the night
I vomit on her hands
I vomit on her payment
We paid each other
Went our ways
I never saw her again
But I have a trail of vomit
Leading down to my cock
And now I’m going
And I’ll puke some more
Vomit some more
And smell the stench
In my dreams
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.20.10:38:46 @ In my dreams PMSMCA
Face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I’ll believe in God
I’ll fall in love
I’ll talk to my mother
Let me just have one look
Just for a little while
I want to see
I want to see your sculpted face
Let me see your face
I have to see your face
Please, let me see your face
I want to see your face
I need to see your face
Just one little glimpse
One quick look
A little gaze
A brief squint
Let me see your image
Let me see your chiseled face
Let me see your beauty
Let me see why people are running
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
I have to see your face
Let me trace your outlines
Allow me to enter peace
I must see your face
I have to see it now
I can’t go on living
I need the proof to survive
I heard about your face
Magnificent
Vibrant
Godly
Surreal
I want to see your face
Let me see your face
I beg you
I will turn away right away
Let me see your face
Just one glimpse
Let me just see it once
Then I’ll turn away
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.12.04:16:32@296NYC
Tuna Fish
“Tuna Fish”
My father makes the best tuna fish (salad).
I always know, if the tuna fish I’m eating,
is made by my father or not. His tuna fish
has a unique taste. It’s not about added pepper
or celery or extra mayo. It’s just the taste,
or maybe it’s in the knowing. It’s not just
tuna fish. It’s tuna fish that has unseen
love inside.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.11.16:10:51 @ 1515 NYC
A Brief Funny Story
I was at my Opa’s apartment last night.
In case you didn’t know, Opa is my grandfather.
Anyway, he is 89 years old and has an older brother, about age 94? in South Africa. They both fled Germany when Hitler decided to kill people.
I was showing Opa what I do at work. I had brought my laptop computer up to him last night and for the first time he was able to see and hear what I do at work and in my art world. I showed him websites I worked on and other things. Even played a video for him.
He was quite amazed at the technology.
We then emailed his brother and some other relative.
But first, he looked at his watch. He noticed the time and he said we couldn’t because if we did that, it would wake them up. I had to take about 4 minutes and explain to Opa that emails don’t wake up people like phone calls do. I still don’t think he fully understands. But it was funny.
And that’s my brief funny story.
© 2000 David Greg Harth
00.10.10.15:31:42 @ 1515 NYC