This cold autumnal night,
Coyotes crawling in someone else’s backyard.
The ugly howl.
A man in pain.
Overhead wires ecstatic with Love.
This is borrowed time.
This is a borrowed house.
Blue Smoke ecstacy
My lungs ache to be with the beloved.
The chest cavity can’t contain its pain anymore.
There are tentacles of pleasure.
My head swimming with dopamine–
Let’s float on the synthetic wave.
“Oh! I thought there was no one in the elevator”
And you were right.
I’ve borrowed this entity.
It does what it’s told.
And it wants to forget.
Its a negative of a photo,
Burning a long time ago.
And no one was there to capture its light.
(C) A.R. Minhas 2019
