Ant Smith

All poems

I want to

I want to stun you because you're a stunner
Flaunting your flesh in the heat wave of summer
The sweat on your dress it faintly impresses
The smell of your meds too deep in my senses

I want to numb you because you're a number
One of a million mingling commuters
Commutative functions fleeing this city
Your order is pointless when life is so shitty

I want to blind you because you're a blinder
An excellent breed of bastard beguilers
Umbrellas and erections crowding the streets
All of your humors spilling out in the grief

I want to ban you because you're a banner
Flaunting your sound bites in a hideous manner
Living ain't easy with all these beginners
When I have sinned more than, they've had hot dinners