David E. Howerton

was worth it wasn't it

Took the tape
and drew words
on wall.
Didn't
care someone had too.
So I did it,
feel better and
it might end up
in the paper.
Though even then
nothing will come of it.


you know there where of

it's the cities
on the edge
where dreams flutter
whisper crying

{Poems by David E. Howerton}