Hypnos

Pounding membranes send pulses through my head

A whispering voice mesmerizes as it speaks for the dead

extremely loud noises are dissipated in the ether

Something knows I am the seeker

Beasts without names roam my surroundings

Feasts are prepared with famine abounding

Islands of goodness anchored in a dismal sea

Wicked faces say my name while they drown me

Apocalyptic thoughts move down the production line

As I pay the union workers double time

They pile up as I try to put them in boxes

I should affix warning labels to mark them as toxins

I despise myself when I speak with friction

As I battle with my natural affliction

Sea foam green provides soothing relief

As I dash myself against the reef

11-01 WEDNESDAY, JUNE 19, 2019

JArtB