Bone-weary
Wit-
H t-
his
Use-
Less living
Grown tired
Of cities
And sometimes
Cities
Crowded
With strange,
And
Always
Bitter faces
-I write
Burnt-
Out
And fatigued
Despite
Mind's
Broken down
machine
Of stupidities
And cluttered
Dreams
Like
Heart Burns
Gasoline
Heart burns
Gasoline
- I write
Tired of automobiles
And subway stations
Alike
Birds and flight
Alike
Dirt and sky
Alike
Cabs and bikes
Alike
Tits and thighs
Alike
Words and sighs
Alike
Fags and dikes
Alike
Alike
Day and night
Alike
Alike
Moon and sun
Alike
Dislike
Alike
Alike
By George Gaudet
( George is a college student living and working in London. A Parisian born to a Frenchwoman
and an American father, he has gone to England in hopes of earning a teaching degree.
He is currently working on a small collection of poetry entitled
" Empty Bottles in Smoky Rooms" which he plans on submitting to various U.K. Publishers)
1 comment:
George,
I liked your poem before I read you liked mine.
;)Laurel
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