Ant Smith

All poems

Rain

Bloody soaking to the skin
Walking bloody home
Bloody eyes are soaking wet
and so’s my bloody bones.
Bloody rain is pouring down
Upon my bloody head
Bloody friends are all tucked up
inside their bloody beds.

Bloody trees are overgrown
and crowd this bloody place
Bloody leaves of slippery brown
sticking to my face.
Bloody lovely bloody flowers
line the bloody street
Bloody kick their bloody heads off
with my bloody feet

Bloody nearly
Bloody home
Bloody lost my key
Bloody great
Bloody hell
Bloody fucking neat

Bloody break a
Bloody pane of
Bloody frosted glass
Bloody door
Bloody not
Bloody even locked
I’ve seen it rain cats and dogs
I’ve seen it pour down fire
I’ve seen a storm of toads and frogs
I’ve stood in a meteor shower.
I’ve seen it hail
I’ve seen it sleet
I’ve seen it bloody snow.

I bloody think
I’ve bloody met
A hundred million thousand billion
Bloody drops of rain.

Every bloody single one
Slicing me with pain
Every bloody single one
Exploding in my brain
Every bloody single one
Every bloody day
Every bloody single one
Hit me, hit me, hit me
Again, and again, and again....

I’m getting bloody wet!