the underworld

unbelievable: my past
unraveled in colorless coils
taut momentarily
then relaxed
and faded away
dissolving into the bleak background

overwhelmed in an empty parking lot
blurry lights of
rich gold
tracery red
flatline green
smashed themselves
up against fingerprinted windows
the cold outside screaming to get in
the heat from the vents blasting
spells of sweat
upon the blank slates of forehead

mind's eye: tunnel vision
a full circle
crazed camera lens fabricating
images
distorting lines and shadow
cars rolling by,
sleepy headlights
sweeping across the panels
lighting up the condensation
making the very walls glow

I follow the prospect
of a covert operation
blood explaining itself in exclamations
echoey conversation
trailing behind us
in gaspy breaths and small syllables

softly formed: unbelievable