Short Communions Poems

-pleasures Cruel Fond Memories

There is something crawling inside my mind;
Words are burning ink-wells in my frontal lobe;
Evil identities come visits me kind;
Caresses  cloudy dispatches negating hope's hold;
Cruel pleasures fond memories;

Hard distilleries embrace me;
Evils communions chase me;
Voices become muttered;
Letters spell out tasteful words;
 ~pleasures cruel fond memories;


6/18/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©