The nerve of me
Sometimes
I get the horrors
when bodies are near me,
falsely imbued with menace.
But, I can dance with you.
Shop in the throng’s milieu.
Navigate the bellicose traffic.
Then home, where the heart is,
quiet (soft and still) is needed.
Don’t come near, my partner dear,
bear witness to fomented fear.
Phantoms seek attention here,
but keep their whispers from my ear.
The badness.
Where is home.
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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.
