Lay on the bed
Body like lead
It’s already half past the noon
For this brick wall you’ve built
That blots out the sun and the moon
The Doc gave you pills
For the cure of these ills
But you still feel like going to Confession
And you cannot revive
Or feel half alive
For your friend is the devil Depression
All at once you can hear
A soft purr in your ear.
The pussycat wanting to play
It assumes the position
And now it’s your mission
And the first time you’ve laughed the whole day.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.