Moral Death of an Elevator

Moral Death of an Elevator.

By Rash

Walls have eyes/Floors have eyes.

Ceilings have eyes/Corridors have eyes.

Even Loos have eyes.

Fleeing the loony eyes/We run to the Elevator.

Elevators don’t have eyes.

We kiss in the Elevator with mirrors

As he carries kissers and huggers.

Up and down, Down and up.

Doors open, Doors close,

Unkissing people come in, go out,

We kiss in the Elevator with mirrors.

One day, the Elevator/Sprouts an eye

That watches us kissing.

Making love is so good then

As the Elevator trembles throbs and hums

And the mirrors turn concave and convex.

Next day, the Elevator closes in on her

And wants to kiss her through the mirrors.

We dash away to the fire escape.

Evening, the Elevator/Commits suicide

Crashing down to minus zero level.

A suicide note says,

“Blessed are the kissers

For they are born with lips

That set fire to elevators.”