Things and NoThings Alike

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:

l said...

George,
I liked your poem before I read you liked mine.

;)Laurel