Flamingo
I saw her dancing in the dark
I didn’t know she could also see me
See my hood down to my shoulders
See my hands covering up my heart
I saw her swaying her arms in the shadows
I didn’t know she never did this dance
She looked at my feet and noticed I was shoeless
She looked at my face and noticed I was hairless
I saw her igniting her imagination
I didn’t know that it was my reality
Moving forward towards me she touched my shoulders
Moving forward towards me she touched my soul
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.03.09.01:37:00@Earth
Love (Version #10)
You shaved my eyebrows
And you shaved the hair under my arms
You put a razor to my chin and shaved my stubble off
Not a hair grows on my face or behind my ears
You shaved the dirty blonde hair on top of my head
And down the back of my neck so it’s now smooth
You shaved the hair that surrounds my nipples
And the hair on my chest down to my navel
You shaved the hair that leads from my navel
Down between my legs in between my thighs
You shaved the hair on my testicles and around my penis
Around the shaft and around the sack
You shaved all my hair on both of my legs
From bony ankles to hairy thighs
You shaved the hair on my back and on my buttocks
And the hair above my upper lip
You shaved me completely
And now I am smooth, hairless, free,
And that is why I love you.
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.27.16:07:00@1515NYC
01.02.28.14:23:00@1515NYC
01.03.02.12:29:00@296NYC
Death
His smile was no longer, just a frown, but why not a glorious smile? He had a mask of clean make-up on. It covered his cold thin body from head to toe. His grey hair perfectly combed like the work of insects with three days remaining to live. His bony structure punctured the newly starched white shirt and purchased black suit by an Italian designer. His frail dead hands held a rosary made of wood. The fresh colorful flowers filled the air capturing the scent of death. Such a large variety of flowers they did not even have time to burn their names into my memory. The large cranberry-red candle near the head of the coffin burned away spirits or rotting flesh. His veins pumped with stimulants of formaldehyde. To make him last longer, or at least until his burial the next morning.
The busy wall-paper pattern must be a great distraction. Makes everyone forget why the Priest is there and that a dead body is just at the front of the room. Makes people forget about the bouncing child on the imported sofa. I can see a cheap tissue box next to every finely upholstered chair in the room. But I do not see any trash can in sight.
The women with mustaches and the men with overweight problems, all these family and friends who I have not seen in years nor do I care to see; they all have problems with invading my personal space. I keep moving away but I bump into the fresh flowers. I can’t move further; I might bump the wooden box of thousands of dollars.
Amongst the laughter here are a few odd things I heard at the viewing:
“He’s gay!”
“Malcom X”
“Tennis”
“Penis”
and
“I felt threatened by your mother”
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.20.03:24:10 @ 296 NYC
Animal
I am. I’ll eat the living, the healthy, and the rich.
Even little children, the poor and the starving.
I eat through walls and through cities and the ground
I eat the smell of death and smell of courage
I eat the mothers and the little babies that make them want to live
Even the smallest bug and largest mammal
I eat it all
Because I am an animal!
© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.14.10:41:33 @ 1515 NYC
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