Oh, what I wouldn’t do
My druthers would find me
in an unhurried floating
a neuronic plasm-
might it take a year?
no matter
it’s the thought that counts
‘crost an undefended border
dissolved in the melding of foreign airs
and with me-
injectable pharmaceuticals
with sad needles
saved for a job to be done
no drone
no watchful eye
no barbed wire
or canine snout
would detect this temporary ghost
that hovered over a house of white
Oh, what I wouldn’t do
what I wouldn’t do.
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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.
