Blah Blah Blah
no mail today
nobody calls
too cold to play
outside these walls
nothing written
worth a damn
just a-sittin’
nothin’ planned
what’d they say
’bout idle hands
the devil plays
I understand
inspiration
missing, too
I guess I’ll do
the boogaloo
eat pistachios
play guitar
my moustachio’s
grown so far
comb and wax it
twirl it too
they wanna tax it
wouldn’t you?
brush the kitty
stop a sneeze
end this ditty
finish, please!
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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.
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