There he sits,
Listening and talking
About things I neither care for
Or make any attempt
to pay attention to.
Referencing his business methodology,
he congratulates himself at
the skills he has so cleverly defined.
I yawn
And attempt to stay awake.
8 months down I think,
4 to go.
Hang in there, David.
There they sit
Conference call
After conference call
Making plans about nothing
Ado
To do
To done
To did
To never did at all.
And I wag my finger
Because here I sit,
Attempting to stay awake
so to grasp
the chain
that I once called a dream.
Here we sit,
Revolving doors
And pushup chairs
Swiveling
Swilling
Swatting
Swearing
And missing out,
Oh how we miss out.
Because all we know
Is that while we sit,
And we talk,
feigning importance
and shuffling ideas
of roads
upon rows;
we find castles,
That lead to nowhere.
And
There I sit,
one kind,
of a kind,
of empty little road,
Driven by
headless horsemen carriages.
No dreams
Just a 401k,
a stall,
And detail men.
But still I sit
Somewhere,
Behind a gate,
Over a fence
to a chain,
which gracelessly
leads to
a cemetery.
Here I sit.
Oh,
how I sit.
Copyright (c)David DeSantis
The strong play on words with clipped and isolated imagery takes this poem out of the office and into the street. Where legends are born. Rgds, Ivan
So you, me and Anita all work in the same office.... we really must start exchanging mails, not work-related of course. t x
A day such as this would crush me! Great poem and I'm glad I am at least missing out on something written in someone else's poem.
Most interesting and perceptive take on the corporate life! HG: -) xx
Fabulous write David. The title grabbed me by the collar and led me in... I wasn't disappointed though. On the contrary, much pondering but great depth and poignancy. You pen your angst eloquently - fab! HG: -) xx
Discussions and no action... agenda and resolutions to resolve, what a conclusion.... I liked the finish, it is brilliant David..10 Rema
LOVE THIS ONE! . Really creative, imaginative. your great at this. thanks for the comment on mine btw. mine look c**p compared to yours lol good luck with the rest.
We all sit like you, marvelling at how grown up the others seem. Fx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh this sounds so familiar! Did you visit my office? Angst ridden [aren't we all], on the ball and cooool!