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Thinking of You

And in that rainfall

In those clouds that come by

Seeing the wind rip up my soul

Feeling the twirl in my hair

And biting my lip

I think of you

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

00.05.15.15:08:20 @ NYC

01.05.22.03:04:57 @ NYC

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One Minute Poem (Version 1) (Original Wrong)

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© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.05.11.04:02:49@296NYC

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Orgasm Central

lippity suck

spread your lips

suck my lips

spread your legs

scream my name

look into my eyes

kiss your lips

hold me tonight

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.05.04.09:19:46 @ 296 NYC

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Lifted (Version #2)

She danced with me

She lifted me

Filled me with spirits

She made me see god

She made me feel god

 

She lifted me

High above the ocean

Across plains

And Holy seas

 

Above the ground

The dirt

And the stock

Above the flowerbeds

The grains

And the steam ships

 

She lifted me

Incredibly

To points untaken

Un-invented

Uninvited

Unreal

 

She lifted me

To visit with god

She surrounded me

With sunlight

And cathedral walls

 

She lifted me

Took me down on my knees

She lifted me

And pulled me back up to my place

 

Took me across the rivers

Under Country palaces and rolling walls

Under African skies and Buffalo roams

Under Hebrew sukkots and Japanese Temples

 

She lifted me

High above the earth

And never let me down

Never let me go

 

I am here

Right next to god

And I’ve got you over my knee.

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.05.04.02:53:48@296 NYC

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Lifted

She danced with me

She lifted me

Filled me with spirits

She made me see god

She made me feel god

 

She lifted me

High above the ocean

Across plains

And Holy seas

 

Above the ground

The dirt

And the stock

Above the flowerbeds

The grains

And the steam ships

 

She lifted me

Incredibly

To points untaken

Un-invented

Uninvited

Unreal

 

She lifted me

To visit with god

She surrounded me

With sunlight

And cathedral walls

 

She lifted me

Took me down on my knees

She lifted me

And pulled me back up to my place

 

Took me across the rivers

Under Country palaces and rolling walls

Under African skies and Buffalo roams

Under Hebrew sukkots and Japanese Temples

 

She lifted me

High above the earth

And never let me down

Never let me go

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.05.04.02:52:48@296 NYC

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MOODY DOPE

Whhooooooooooooo!!

Oh come on baby!

Whhooooooo!!!

Sing it with me baby!

Oh baby!

1 - 2 - 3 !

Sugar Baby Pie!

Whoopie Doopie Doo Pie!

Sugar Love Dupity Dopity Bop bop bop!!!!!

Whhooooooooooooo!!!!

Oh baby!

Darling Baby!

Baby baby!!

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.05.01:12:39:00@296NYC

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Love Will Tear Us Apart

Love will tear us apart.

Because I’m built that way.

Because of the walls that are built around

The moats, the chains, the bounding mortar

This brick, that stone, the coldness of my dead heart.

 

Love will tear us apart.

I hardly even know you

You don’t even know me

My words are repeated

I can duplicate my own poetry

I can listen to words that musicians sing

 

Love will tear us apart.

You don’t read my art

You don’t see my art.

You haven’t looked under my bed lately?

To see the dark portraits?

The mirror no longer reflects

Every day I puncture myself

With the taste of tears

And the taste of my pain

Of the dying on Park Terrace West

And the love in Arlington Graves

 

But you think I’d make a good C.E.O.

But you don’t think I’d be a beat

Or be the next, but I’ve met Rauschenberg

And I’ve met Glenn and I’ve met Ali

 

Love will tear us apart.

Because I don’t own you

And you’d only kill me if you were with me every day

Or you’d kill my only child

Son and daughter

Or yourself

Upon your lovely death bed

But I’ll hold your hand

Until you die

Or until we part.

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.05.01:24:58:00@296NYC

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I Haven’t Given Up (Version #2)

I haven’t lifted the gun

 

I haven’t lifted the drink

 

I haven’t lifted the razor

 

I haven’t lifted the cord

 

I haven’t lifted the drill

 

I haven’t lifted the knife

 

I haven’t lifted the rope

 

I haven’t lifted the drugs

 

I haven’t lifted the belt

 

I haven’t lifted the hammer

 

I haven’t lifted the fire

 

I haven’t lifted the blade

 

I haven’t lifted the can

 

I haven’t lifted the needle

 

I haven’t lifted the phone

 

 

But I will lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.26.22:44:52@296 NYC

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I Haven’t Given Up

I haven’t lifted the gun

 

I haven’t lifted the drink

 

I haven’t lifted the razor

 

I haven’t lifted the cord

 

I haven’t lifted the drill

 

I haven’t lifted the knife

 

I haven’t lifted the rope

 

I haven’t lifted the drugs

 

I haven’t lifted the belt

 

I haven’t lifted the hammer

 

I haven’t lifted the fire

 

I haven’t lifted the blade

 

I haven’t lifted the can

 

I haven’t lifted the needle

 

I haven’t lifted the phone

 

 

But I will try to lift up this boulder,

this rock

and drag you out

from beneath this weight

 

this weight that traps you

holds you down

and bores you...

 

 

1: But I will try to lift up this boulder,

2: But I will lift up this boulder,

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.26.22:42:52@296 NYC

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Super Alien

Streak stream

Zoom on by

New products

New revolutions

Shreak!!!

 

Zip Zap Boom BLAM!

Zippity Zoopity Zop Blop Dop!

 

Ding Dam Boom Bram!

Shring bing bong boof!!!!

Beep deep beep boop!

Bring ring ding ding!!!

 

Silver flesh

Super Alien

Go away

Go away

 

Silver fresh

Super Alien

Come back tonight

Tonight...

Make the force

Field shield make a love fest, nest

Fry don’t lie to me slink dink

 

Wow N round!

Job bee dee!

BLAM BLAM!

shut shut shut shut

Damn! Damn!

BRRRrrrraaaammmm!!!!

BOOM!

 

chaga chaga chaga DING!

silver fresh

Alien speed

Alien need

Super Alien!!!

Super Alien!!!

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.24.16:43:43 @ 1515 NYC

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Music

Dear Music,

 

If I cut my wrists and yell at you,

with profanity, in a drunken slur,

would you still love me?

 

If I tear apart the lawn

with my brand new automobile,

would you still love me?

 

If I sleep with another woman,

with blues eyes, blonde hair and slinky green dress,

would you still love me?

 

If I burn this evening’s dinner,

and have nothing to eat for the festival,

would you still love me?

 

If I commit the greatest crime in the world

and never return home,

would you still love me?

 

If you caught me masturbating

with your younger sister on our bed

would you still love me?

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.22.18:45:00@WSqPark New York City

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Blue Moon Daddy

High sky times

No more punk

Just corner planters

And teenage crowds

 

She made Daddy pay for the cab

And bubblegum

She made Daddy pay for hair bronze

And dance lessons

 

Four star tribute

And no one in white cares

Twenty-Four heroes

And not mine

 

She made Daddy pay for the work order

And golden pop

She made Daddy pay for the alcohol

And television show

 

Limousine won’t pick me up

And black cars ignore me

Irving Plaza wanted sex with me

And I didn’t even dare

 

She made Daddy pay for the pony ride

And limited edition vinyl

She made Daddy pay for court papers

And thankyous by grace

 

Candle memorials with signage

Directional turns and onlookers

Leather jackets and photographers

A piece of apple pie

 

She made Daddy pay for the helmet

And cherry flavor

She made Daddy pay for the holy prayer

And cream

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.18.12:09:16@296NYC

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Empty Standard Gasoline

She woke up next me

The smell of gasoline was soaked into her ivory skin

She was soft and her voice was young

My Adam’s apple was split in half and I was speechless

I could feel a warm ooze between my legs

Half way down my shaft and halfway down my back

 

She smelled of dirt

Of wet sex

And dogs out in the city summer rain

She smelled wasted

Round and forgiven

And like last night’s butter

 

I couldn’t turn to look at her

But I knew her voice

I knew the texture of her long blonde hair

And the way her eyebrows curved around her eyes

 

I couldn’t remember what happened the night before

Or the morning after

I couldn’t remember who I made love to

And who I last fucked

 

The gasoline scent now taking over all my senses

Making my nose burn with pleasure

Making my hands tremble with guilt

Making my toes itch and my fingers frozen

Making my ears deaf and mouth dry

 

I remember her sitting up

Scratching my back and digging her nails into my skin

Reaching around and pinching my red nipples

Grabbing at my knees and pushing them towards my chest

Making me lay in the fetal position

As she scored and threw me about

 

The gasoline now mixing with my seed

I don’t know what I’ll do in emptiness

I don’t know what music to listen too

I don’t know what weapon to use

And I don’t know which direction to take

And I don’t know who left the door open

Or whose soiled panties are around my neck -

 

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.02.49:22:00 @ 296 NYC

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Legs

Sitting there

Right across the pathway that these tables create

Innocent or dangerous, I don’t know

 

Your legs crossed

Hiding or inviting

I don’t know

 

Sensual, yes

Sexy, yes

Mighty, yes

Why?

 

Because you walked away

Allowed the family of three to sit down

And consume their evening dinner

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.03.22.18:25:00@LGANYC

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Every Morning

I wake up every morning

and I ask myself

is life worth living

or should I kill myself?

 

I wake up most mornings

I ask myself

Is today’s life worth living?

Or should I kill myself?

 

I wake up in the morning

And I ask myself

Is life worth living?

Or should I kill myself?

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.03.11.12:00:00@Houston&Mercer NYC

01.03.14.03:21:00@296 NYC

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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

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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

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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

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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

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