Ant Smith

Poetry With Audio

Do Not Resuscitate

I've been shedding my skin

Like a flower sheds it's petals

I've been grinding my teeth

Like a smith forges metals

I've been biting my nails

Like bullets bite flesh

I've been scratching and scratching

And scratching my head

I've been spunking up butterflies

And sneezing out lies

I've been shitting on rainbows

And crying for good times

I've been retching up faeries

And sweating out magic

I've been sick as a dog

And acting too dramatic

I've been twitching like I've seen

The old and the dying

I've been snatching for breath

In the boldness of lying

I've been thinking about

Both love and of hate

There have been times when

I've made mistakes

I've been wishing for wishes

And dreaming of dreams

I've been asking myself

What does all of this mean?

I've been kicking my heels

And painting grass green

I've been in the shadow

In the middle of my scene

I've been to the top of the world

And the bottom of my heart

S do not resuscitate

I can't take a restart

Poetry With Audio