Ant Smith

Dark Matter poems


Paper tigers can inspire me
With their blue/albino stripes
Turning pages can despise me
With their yawning blank surprise
But the world forever changes
Afore the ink can even dry
So yesterday's bold strokes of genius
Turn out to be jumbled lines
Truth attacks when you turn back
And stare extinction in the eye
Paper tigers burn so brightly
In the cages of my mind