As Sure As The Sun PT 6

CH 16

white on white translucent black capes
back on the grass
Bela Lugosi’s dead
the bats have left the bell tower
the victims have been bled
red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Bela Lugosi’s dead
undead undead undead
the virginal brides file past his tomb
strewn with time’s dead flowers
bereft in deathly bloom
alone in a darkened room
the count
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Bela Lugosi’s dead

The Black Box

That’s what the black envelop read. That’s what the sign above the door read. There were cars parked all along the street.  We were somewhere in the vortex of alphabet city. Carmen in the truck with the guys, Taylor and Hopkins, they were just back up. I was solo. I had to go in make contact with a guy who had a serious blood fetish, calls himself Bela Lugosi. There was a code to get in. It was given to me at the last minute in the truck. Carmen looked worried. They were checking to make sure no hums or feedback were coming off the receiver planted somewhere beneath my skin. There were many ways to check for feedback. The best one was use a cell phone….you get interference you know that someone is “live”. But the tech guys at L.L.L worked double time to make sure that stuff like that didn’t happen. Use to be back in the day there small mic’s… hidden in various places…but once they invented those cell phones they cause so much inference and blown covers…they modified their tactics.

I see the Goth crowd, chains rattling, nipple piercings showing thru their lycra spandex blood colored costumes, unreal this is so high school. I still couldn’t believe people never got out of that phase. Couples in chains tap the door. The slit opens, smoke wades out, words are spoken, the door opens. I look down knowing I was not dressed leather enough. I had a leather jacket does that count? Carmen chimes in my ear she wants to know if I am ready to rock. She doesn’t call me by my real name though. Again you never know who is listening.

”Hey Sunspots, you ready to rock?”