Ant Smith

All poems

Night out

Empty chairs freeze vacant stares
Echoes of what once was there
Now candle burning on it's own
While in my mind plays The Ramones
In rhythms we are bound alone

Bunting flapping in the breeze
Hypnotic web spins in the tree
And sergeant pepper eyes up me
While I'm drinking antifreeze

Eastern European man
Collecting glasses in one hand
While lonely shawled woman plans
Her escape to promised lands

The band arrives in shabby shock
Singer borrows a ciggy shot
Soon coalesce within the room
For music to set up our mood
While in my mind plays The Ramones
In rhythms we are bound alone