As the shadows close in,
and shine gives way to night,
my thoughts crowd into the subway train of my mind.

No, I'm not riding the L;
not aboard an 'el'evated railway looking out and down at a city of life wizzing by.

I'm underground,
in the dank underbelly of my mind,
traveling faster than the flashing orange-yellow light rays glaring into this car's tinted, graffiti-dirtied windows.

The car coasts along the metal rail rocking to and fro,
my cursed thoughts bouncing back and forth in rhythm with the momentum of movement.

No resolution.

Like a small silver ball,
bouncing off electronically-controlled levers,
my emotions jack-knife from one extreme to another,
in a game of pinball I've never mastered.