I just got back from pikkapak
and I don’t know why I came.
It’s an asteroidy bric-a-brac
like in the viddy game.
It’s big enough to have some fun
but you gotta come out early
(just before the morning sun)
to catch the hurly-burly.
Their party time is two-four-seven,
and no one ever sleeps.
And nobody will go to heaven,
but no one ever weeps.
Now, if you’d like to visit there
to wash away your worry,
well…brush your teeth and comb your hair
and get dressed in a hurry!
The next conveyance leaves at five.
Be waiting at the station!
And try your best to look alive
to pass examination!
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.