Tuesday Poem: Sex In An Elevator

Sex in an Elevator

Unlike Scarlett Johansson
I have never had sex in an elevator
with Benicio Del Toro, or Guillermo Del Toro
or any member
of the Del Toro clan.

Likewise
I have never had sex with Scarlett Johansson
though I was there with Bill Murray
right through Lost in Translation.

At the Unemployed Rights Centre in Dunedin
they said there was a ghost in the stairwell.
It certainly was cold
and not somewhere
I’d choose to linger.

I never had sex there either
not with the ghost
not with Scarlett watching.

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10 thoughts on “Tuesday Poem: Sex In An Elevator

  1. Kay: as far as I know, no statement in this poem is untrue.That stairwell in the old Unemployed Rights Centre always gave me a very strange feeling. Maybe it was just the draught blowing through it, but I most certainly wouldn't have wanted to spend a night trapped there. Distinctly eerie.Claire: The film \”Lost in Translation\” was restrained, so I guess I was going for a similar feel.

  2. Janis (your comment mysteriously appeared after I posted my previous comment): Thank you! Funnily enough, the Aerosmith song \”Love in an Elevator\” came on the office iTunes today. There's no connection, of course…

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