You, Sir.
Here he comes,
walking with that peg-legged gait
knobby knees bending the wrong way
no cane for him, though
not for this old campaigner
chin juts out
hawk nose
eyes of black marble
challenge all comers
amuses the young toughs
with their trashy tattoos
he has but one, and it’s purple
he has felt, and he has seen
infernal abominations of body and soul
and so, this rheumatic incorrectness,
this maladjusted frame
will stop him not
on he lumbers
to whom will he speak?
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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.
