Electronic sound waves smoking up my mind, possessed by my rattling bones, dropped to the tip of eternity, releasing the day, rung up in memories, like a soaked up rag hanging from the top of the shower, possessed with potential energy, stagnant and wasting, growing weeds, a whatever a what is this, said one thing name another and then hop scotch rock over myself, putting little pebbles in he sand so I know how I get back, reserved freedom, over-dressed for the beach carrying a load, in five places at once, suspense thrillers building to their ******