I'm all alone in a room;
Nobody here;
So I remove myself from my chair;
Walk down the hall to the stairs;
Somebody took my house;
And made it inside out;
Now to cut the grass I have to do it under the bathroom steps;
Honeybees and fireflies;
Light up the place where once was my living room lies;
As a matter of fact;
It only takes four bricks;
To make a wall so big;
That it will furbish, furors and funk all the kids;
So don't pet the cat, or I'll kiss you with my bat;
You can't use that purr-fume that way;
Purina have to be fed everyday;
So little kids please come here;
Snickers, by far, will make any child crawl;
Then Baby Ruth just a sweet brute;
I know what I'd say;
I used to eat Milky way;
So kids please stay off the grass;
It'll be a matter of time when you'll have a house like mind;
This Room outside Inn;
6/25/81
Written words by James Edward Lee & Gary Boyle ©1981
In the frozen tundra
Nowhere has love been
feeling temperatures
never being here
Cold hearted plastic
No feeling in the rain
Haven't got tree branches
Dirty plates in the sink
Jagged rags, placed inside
Box of ices;
a feeding frenzy
A call of now...
a horse rejecting Purina dog chow
now you are carrying
A hurt reside
A messaged for you
You will survival
Hot compresses
Torn worn angry liquid water spaces
dirty dishes packed in
Wormy sandwiches
then placed in a box
Box of ices
04/03/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
On Christmas Eve I was trapped in snow,
my house resembled the ingloo of an Eskimo:
presents in silver boxes just laid there,
twelve Power Rangers,
eleven hair-curlers,
ten brown teddy bears,
nine Purina cans,
eight diet biscuit bags,
seven pairs of gloves,
six votive candles for my favorite Saint Anthonyyyy,
five boxes of crayons,
four make-up kits,
three large chocolate bars,
two pairs of wool gloves,
and one beard trimmer for a Santa that wasn't meeee!
Entered in Poet Destroyer's contest,
" Twelve Days of Christmas "
Written by Andrew Crisci
Feed me, Love Me
My life’s in constant turmoil,
Everything tastes like fish.
Friskies, Tender Vittles and Purina
It all goes in my dish.
All I want is to be pet,
And to play with a mouse or two.
I wait for you to come back home,
What else is there to do?
But I am a patient little kitty,
Just look into my big bright eyes.
My love I’ll freely give to you,
Life’s perfect, golden prize.
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