David Harth 2001-06-10 David Harth 2001-06-10

(There Is A) Puddle Of Liquid

In the center of the table

Cold

Reflecting an image

01.06.10.21:22:00@179Boston->NYC

David Harth 2001-06-06 David Harth 2001-06-06

Magnetic Poem

I sleep in my shadows

and she moans

I have my tongue

her beauty is how I ache

Language is a gorgeous symphony

Rain on me for moments

99.06.06.06:00:00@NYC

01.06.06.06:00:00@NYC

David Harth 2001-05-31 David Harth 2001-05-31

Pain (Version #2)

I know what pain is.

Lifting your index and middle finger upwards,

forming a “V”

That international peace symbol,

now a memorable symbol for Verizon.

Staring out the small glass window of that

locked wooden door. The glass with the wire mesh

imbedded in it to prevent breaking and smashing.

The wooden door with sharp nails that protrude outwards,

towards my white face. The nails I might have thought about

smashing my skull against and splitting my head open

or my dream open.

Sitting on a porcelain ivory toilet bowl,

staring at blue tiled walls and praying to God

that you would have a normal, solid shit. Praying

you wouldn’t have diarrhea scattered with corn again.

Praying for one instant in your life to be good.

Looking at yourself in the mirror and unable to see.

Unable to see the stubble forming on your face. Unable to

see the color of your iris. The lashes surrounding your eyes.

Unable to split the fog open and see the truth, your skin,

and the sins you never had a chance to commit.

Watching television for hours, watching the News, reruns,

talk shows, comedies, soap operas, infomercials, dramas,

entertainment shows, car races and realizing the only

programs you understand are movies you have seen before,

because you base your understanding of it by your recollected

memory of it.

Eating your favorite mashed potatoes or French fries with

red ketchup and not tasting a grain of salt. Listening to

the wind howl outside of your 12th floor room and wondering

if Tic Tacs changed your life. Reminding yourself that

when you write this, that the only person that will fully

grasp most of these implications is your father.

Walking down hallways with patterns unrecalled, and one day

you see a water fountain that was not there for months.

But today it is there, and it always has been.

Contemplating why you aren’t allowed to have deodorant next

to your bedside. Perhaps fear that the Black Man or White Man

or the So-Called Man will eat my deodorant, overdose on the

freshness and die. Leading to a lawsuit?

Drawing dots, being punched, being thrown around, being stared at

and being worshipped by voices I never heard, but only dressed in

white and sweats even though I was not working out. Sleeping every

night, being comfortable, with no pillows.

I know what pain is.

The pain that only 1 in a billion get.

The pain you can’t describe

The pain you can pretend to illustrate by smashing glass frames

holding portraits of 3 wise and 3 blooms.

The pain you can pretend to express by sleeping forever.

The pain you can pretend to share by writing.

The pain you can’t touch, hear, see, smell, or feel.

The pain is so large that you know it will happen again.

Because my pain, saves the lives of millions.

01.05.31.14:33:48 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2001-05-23 David Harth 2001-05-23

Bible Is The Womb

Inside I only hear lost voices

Taste buds of the tongue

And burnt sensations at fingertips

Healed now

Forgotten cries and howls

Daughters lost and stolen

Sons sent for battle to fight

Gone now

Her new spring dress bleached

Stained from the power struggle

Laughter kept away

Hidden from yesterday’s children

The trees now sway

Without a trace of wind

The rain soaks up the ground

And the dead rise from the earth

You are not sad today

Just remembering the horror

Of airplane dreams

And truth of today’s news

01.05.23.17:43:00@GUGGENHEIMMUSEUMNYC

David Harth 2001-05-22 David Harth 2001-05-22

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

00.05.15.15:08:20 @ NYC

01.05.22.03:04:57 @ NYC

David Harth 2001-05-11 David Harth 2001-05-11

One Minute Poem (Version 2) (Easy wrong)

01.05.11.04:04:48@296NYC

David Harth 2001-05-11 David Harth 2001-05-11

One Minute Poem (Version 1) (Original Wrong)

1 One Thousand

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01.05.11.04:02:49@296NYC

David Harth 2001-05-04 David Harth 2001-05-04

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

01.05.04.09:19:46 @ 296 NYC

David Harth 2001-05-04 David Harth 2001-05-04

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.

01.05.04.02:53:48@296 NYC

David Harth 2001-05-04 David Harth 2001-05-04

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

01.05.04.02:52:48@296 NYC

David Harth 2001-05-01 David Harth 2001-05-01

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!!

01.05.01:12:39:00@296NYC

David Harth 2001-05-01 David Harth 2001-05-01

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.

01.05.01:24:58:00@296NYC

David Harth 2001-04-26 David Harth 2001-04-26

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

01.04.26.22:44:52@296 NYC

David Harth 2001-04-26 David Harth 2001-04-26

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,

01.04.26.22:42:52@296 NYC

David Harth 2001-04-24 David Harth 2001-04-24

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

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!!!

01.04.24.16:43:43 @ 1515 NYC

David Harth 2001-04-22 David Harth 2001-04-22

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?

01.04.22.18:45:00@WSqPark New York City

David Harth 2001-04-18 David Harth 2001-04-18

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

01.04.18.12:09:16@296NYC

David Harth 2001-04-04 David Harth 2001-04-04

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 -

01.04.02.49:22:00 @ 296 NYC

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01.04.04.12:52:00 @ 296 NYC

David Harth 2001-03-22 David Harth 2001-03-22

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

01.03.22.18:25:00@LGANYC

David Harth 2001-03-14 David Harth 2001-03-14

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?

01.03.11.12:00:00@Houston&Mercer NYC

01.03.14.03:21:00@296 NYC