She sees in bearded baba
a radiating white light
follows him with trust and peace
alone in the bed meets him
for mantra in the ear
only to discover
a rapist narcissist
reciting his ode to sex
in three-word phrases
Why Am I Always
Holding My Breath?
If I Breathe, My
Breathing May
Swell...
And The Tsumanis Create
Where Thhhheeyyy
Crest.
***
Overwhelms Darkness
***
Where It Hurts.
***
(Make's It MAD!)
-Gray Squirrel
09-12-2026
Against those throes of untimely demises that Hormel chili should usher in surprises, or so the weapon goes to the kiln where kilts affray melt ire still, but beside the moon, that heavenly crest shan't ring new tones, the silent rest, whereupon one green stamp made this here, reap and commala like times past my dear, where one thing never finds Ms. Garland and another may leave her, is it simply constructed or beaten and beleaguered? I beat the metal hot and strong, but saintly serpents proved them wrong, the energies aglow like fires unkempt, the hearth and mantel heavens lent them and showered the earthly with cures galore a poor poet's boy, Aurora's demure.
Hitch-hiked along the East Coast 1968-70
multiple times
Picked up by mini-buses
marijuana high times
Dated a filthy rich gal whose 1971-72
backyard was Hamilton College
We climaxed every night, alright
but didn’t gain any knowledge
Pledged the fraternity where 1969
‘Animal House’ was shot
Quit the very next morning
learned to quit a lot
Got a D- in a Shakespeare class 1971
blamed it on the professor
Retook the same course
almost got an F from his successor…
They say the best teacher is Experience
~ I must have heard ‘Experiments’
_______________________________________________________
This is all completely true, so help me - gulp - G-d!!
I said to myself: ‘You deserve more
than the drivel you’ve put up with.’
Walked in, no expectations.
This club? Just an escape.
One weaponized wink
froze me in place
purring ‘I’ll
be your
prize.’
I painted the dance floor with the strongest
smile, because I had no choice but to move.
Close
closer
shoulder to shoulder..
I went a little crazy just to take in your aura,
that energy controlling all of the fire in you.
Shoulder to shoulder
closer
impossibly close..
I channeled that song to capture a spark
and maybe dive in and go for your heart.
Loud
louder
heartbeats slam like a drummer.
Hitting my soul and demanding that I ask
‘Your moves beg me to run your red light.
What the hell is your sign?’
There be none of that
U b fresh to me
You're not cool to me
Rude as dirty pig
You be loud stinky and unruly
I be not for you.
My heart I shall not give
Simple as that
You shall not
Wind me over with your lust
I be not for you
I beat trust
Not to mess
I am chosen
To a king beholden
You can't have it
My vessel nor soul
You can't have it my vessel
I'm spoken for
I am my kingdom's bride
my king I am his
Virtuous, I'm chosen.
I b not 4 U
~
Dia be none for dat
u b fresh to me
you're no bi dey sharp to me
rude as dorti pig
you be loud stinky and do anyhow
i be no bi for you.
mai heart i shall no bi find
shikena as dat
you shall no bi
wind me ova wit ya lust
i be no bi for you
i beat trust
no bi to mess
i am chosen
go king beholden
you no fit don it
mai vessel abi soul
you no fit don it mai vessel
i'm spoken for
i am mai kingdom's bride
mai king i am im
virtuous, i'm chosen.
i b no bi 4 u
9/1/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Afrobeat Song
Feeling a stinging, sharp pain.
It's fitting perfectly, like a puzzle piece.
Who is it that is to blame?
Going faster and harder till both of us break,
going still, even if I freeze,
'cause, oh Lord, it really is for my sake.
All the fire inside of me,
the feeling only screaming, “Please,”
letting them out, letting them grow, letting them be.
He is all I ever wanted to achieve.
With him, the largest problems transform into relief.
What is it that is wrong with me
If you would allow I'll easily explain
There's a monster named depression
That is living inside my brain
A fierce warrior you can't defeat
Against happiness it'll always win
Happiness would be better off
To leave and never return again
Eliminating it's enemy emotions
My depression the last to remain
So that it can build a great kingdom
And live peacefully inside my brain
My depression I promise is loyal
It has sworn to never go away
At last my beautiful depression
I believe has come home to stay in
Come closer—
close enough that the air between us
forgets where it belongs.
I want to feel your warmth
answer mine,
your heartbeat finding its rhythm
against the wild beat in my chest.
No distance.
No careful words.
Just skin near skin,
breath tangled with breath,
and that dangerous silence
that happens when two bodies
already know what they want.
Your presence is a slow fire,
a pull I feel everywhere—
shoulder to shoulder,
chest to chest,
my body leaning into yours
like it has been waiting
for this moment all night.
Hold me until the room disappears.
Until the only language left
is the way we move closer,
again and again,
as if gravity itself
has chosen us.
Tonight,
let our bodies speak
in the deep, trembling language
of heat, hunger,
and wanting to be
as close as possible.
I don’t know much about love
But I know one thing for sure
“Love is love” gets it all wrong.
Who and what do you love?
Because it makes all the difference.
Do you love Satan or God?
Do you love only yourself or others?
Do you love peace and freedom,
Or tyranny and mayhem?
What, who and how you love
Is more important than simply loving
Without discernment, without judgement
Because that selfish love isn’t really love
It’s just selfish lust in disguise.
And selfish lust is certainly a thing in itself,
A natural thing we all deal with,
It just isn’t love.
What is love then?
Ask yourself who do you love.
(8/20/26)
For you? Anything. But it must be returned.
My heart is pretty much always in pieces.
If you can’t work a puzzle? Just walk away.
I tend to chase very dangerous photos,
capturing that dirt road just to get a buzz.
Boredom is something I cannot tolerate,
if you like it laid back? I’m not that space.
Handle with care unless it’s not the time,
be attentive and treat me appropriately.
I will eagerly give all I have for you to stay,
the caveat is you must want to possess me.
Withering away without an amorous touch,
fall hard for my seduction then take control.
It must be returned, but for you? Anything.
Darkness grows as the piano plays its song
skin first tasted, becomes
Insatiable & Ravenous.
Eyes turn glassy with a new addiction.
The piano beat slows down,
like the wind's sudden
change,
chasin' the grains of wheat.
What I want wanted
Is all that I want.
This best-selling
Recipe can be yours Too! Too!
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Girls - girls in Calvin Klein
Thong girls, girls in pink purple
Red Red Red lace girls
Who sit silently in cars
Your windshield
Charm hitting rhythmically the wall
Chokes
Better
Judgement
Like
Victoria Secret lace going for Thirty-Five going for Thirty-Four surely no less than Thirty-Three million lives lost in sweat shops.
Shop Girls!
Sweat Girls!
Red girls in Red shops and Red cheeks
And pretty pink bits
In their pretty pink bits
All lace and want.
You want this delicate labour.
Of skin, of Cotton.
34D and it's made just for you.
This took eighteen years.
You'll find me in my panties drawer
When you like -
Our range is extraordinary.
Have you seen the peach? The clementine?
We don't really sell the pineapple, but you can take her for a spin if you're feeling a little naughty.
Wet baskets spill like the want of your beating wallet.
There once was a couple from Rundle
Who together we could only see double
Joined at the hip
We shouted a gip
"Christ, get a room for your muddle!"
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