Sam Howard

Rookie (12-12-1979 / Indiana)

I'M Not Fond Of Names - Poem by Sam Howard

i am so tired
that my atoms have let go
of their orbits
now my aura has
like lies always do.

God is laughing in a boiler room,
a roach burning his lips,
he has stretched his break
three millenia too long
and the bossman is pissed.

I'm riding an ant
thru the desert of chance
when i find you in a grain
and swallow all your pain.

Comments about I'M Not Fond Of Names by Sam Howard

  • (5/3/2010 3:46:00 AM)

    FANTASTIC imagination, who could ride an ant. thanks for (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2008

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