I can feel the beat of a what could be a great dance move begin

as the vibrations start

and despite what the Beach Boys proclaimed in

they are not good,

in fact for the Time they nestle in my bones,

and spread out across the landscape,

the battle ground with flags and basecamps

bombarding  my body,

the juddering, static charge of small tactical grenades

going off deep inside me but with the added,

sheer galling bonus of that it only affects those

who see me weeping on the bed,