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