David DeSantis

(01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

**The Club Beat


I walk like I wake
and on any good day
I can make or break or neither at all.
I play with words
and talk a good game,
or dropping the ball
I'm nothing and more.
Like a player that moves
only for movement
my happiness is temporal
and judged by the score
So lets dance in your sheets
and spin a new round
with a lip bite move
as we play on the floor
Neon finds
your sweat bead whispers
to a spread leg movements
sapphire core
Because in every club
theirs always the girl
with green earth eyes
and a revolving door
she's my devil
or wing tipped angel
so talk a good game
for your new mi amore.

Copyright (c) David DeSantis

Submitted: Monday, February 16, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (**The Club Beat by David DeSantis )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The read., Meena Somasundaram
  2. Time is Time, Juliet Languedoc
  3. The Garbage Is Collected On Thursday, Kyle Schlicher
  4. Are The Girls For To Be Sold & Bought?, Bijay Kant Dubey
  5. I Was Thirteen, Kyle Schlicher
  6. A strong strife!, PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  7. I.H.Rizvi As A Romantic Indian English P.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Life In A Beer Commercial, Kyle Schlicher
  9. MY KALAHANDI, Prasanna Mishra
  10. A FISHERMAN'S BASKET سلة صياد السمك, MOHAMMAD SKATI

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Herrick

Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]