Flo On
Had time for some selective reading tonight, but I’m glad to have come across this one from “The Used Life”
the day’s a stale word
the kind that’s afraid of
an honest mouth
(a thing so
strangely made)
a conversation like
a broken arrow, busted wind
and a tree of fire, death at
the roots of the all the palms,
and a half-flung syllable
that punches like an empty fist
i don’t know about you but
i’m tired of empty talk
the kind that slips
off your shoulders
like a saggy dress
or a squirt of
old perfume
jargon and
buzzwords and
attack words and
the kind that make the day
kick over like a bad news story
or a pundit with an ugly sweater
every Sunday’s a lazy quatrain
the clouds are meaty pink and
the air’s spilled milk and
all the tables are empty
and the porch sitters are
strumming bare guitars ‘cause
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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.
Wow. Amazing poem and message, Lee. Thank you for sharing.
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