David DeSantis

Rookie (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

Generation Me


By the corner window
he sat
eyes glazed over,
as a temple of fear,
which had often wondered
just who, when, and how,
he had finally gotten here.

Twice removed from anything resembling affection,
Three times the seasons had changed,
and his path,
as imperfect as implausible
had remained in the imagination of a stars reasonings.

For him
musings remain a daily observence,
a casuality of war and dismal outbursts.
He was four times removed from
love-lorned lessons
and a slow learner
he remained
at most.

Habitual drug user he'd heard it before,
friday, saturday, sunday,
his drugs are best.
Yet when served in mixed doses,
this corner window,
is the same
as a drug would do.

For life gives lessons
to those who will take it
and to take is to king
as king cannot be wrong.
Thought train starlight,
I know who I am
I'm the product of a generation,
taken from kings.


Copyright (c) David DeSantis

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2008
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2008

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  • Rookie Rose Falcone (5/2/2008 7:45:00 AM)

    David, Thank you for your comments...and thank you for leading me to your work. I am a teacher turned therapist and have worked in trauma and addictions therapy for years as well as within the foster care system. This is truly sad. The imagery so real. A great write! Talk to us some more. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Thad Wilk (5/1/2008 6:31:00 PM)

    A powerful write, great imagery and well executed David! An all around great read! !
    Best regards, Friend Thad *10*! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Abha Sharma (4/17/2008 12:04:00 PM)

    the structure and diction is quite soothing...the stanzas take speed..yes life does gives lessons...and kings.? ? ? ? i enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 57 Points Yuri Duraan (4/16/2008 9:36:00 AM)

    My comments are not as profound as the ones before... it is a fascinating image though of the 'temple of fear' at the window... are you the observer from the outside or from the inside..... or are you the temple of fear? I dont' find your observance ruthless... maybe slightly removed but there is a hint of empathy.... well done. Yuri* (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 1 Points Original Unknown Girl (4/11/2008 5:24:00 AM)

    A most interesting poem David. You add so many things in here I don't know where to start. I love how you use the words 'twice removed', as though it is fate that took you from those places and you were just the 'pawn in the game'. It's an interesting analogy cleverly used. The drugs, interesting you wrote about those - I just wrote Poetry is my drug of choice, similarly I think we are on parallel tracks! Excellent work. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (4/9/2008 9:18:00 PM)

    This is an intriguing poem David with a sort of ruthlessness that is quite arresting. Drugs and neglect and abandonment feature in the emotional past of your subject together with a certain upfront pushiness and arrogance that is encapsulated in your title. I like the 'twice removed' metaphor, though I think you use too many words and some of your images are confusing, I applaud your originality and boldness and look forward to reading more of your work. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,112 Points David Harris (4/7/2008 10:59:00 AM)

    David, this is an interesting poem. We are all product of our generations. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend.
    David (Report) Reply

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