Nima said the art gallery stank
and all those middle class types
(she being one herself
what with her education
and upbringing and all)
and the usual
bourgeoisie stuff
on the walls
and she huffed
and puffed
and so Naaman took her
to Leicester Square
to some bar he knew
and got her a drink
and lit her a cigarette
and she said
she needed a fix
got the hunger for it
but they’d know
at the hospital
when she got back
and there would be
hell to pay
and the parents
would blow their top
them being doctors and all
and so what they’d say
to her she couldn’t repeat
so she just drank her drink
and smoked her smoke
and Naaman said
he quite liked the art
in the gallery
especially the modern stuff
and the Yank guy
wasn’t really trying
to chat her up
he just wanted
to draw her attention
to the riches
of our monarchy
oh sure he was
she said
he was after
getting into my pants
and she got all verbal
against men and Yanks
and the **** war
in Vietnam
and Naaman just sat
and listened to her jabbering
her eyes lit up
like lights in a harbour
her small **** moving
as she gestured
her tight jeans
(red cords)
hugging her thighs
(a feast to his eyes)
her fingers holding
the cigarette
the pink nails
the unbitten nails
the slim hands
then she stopped
and drained her glass
and said she had
to go ****
and so he watched her go
wiggling her hips
her fine tight ***
and he thought
of that time
in the hospital
at the last visit
when he and she
snuck into that
small room
where they kept
brooms and such
and had a quick ****
she in her nightgown
(pulled up)
and he half
listening out
for sounds
hoping a domestic
didn’t come
and want a broom
or brush
and when she came back
he went off with her
through the Square
and along
Charing Cross Road
she talking of the state
of the toilet back there
the things
some women do
the messy *******
and on she went again
her voice jabbering away
and he knew
she needed her fix
needed it bad
so he got a tube train
to Victoria Station
and on to the hospital
where she was kept
the nurse being
quite concerned
at her state
and took her away
and she waved
(Nima not the nurse)
and blew him a kiss
from her palm
and he blew one back
knowing it wouldn’t reach
her lips or ***
but would do her
no harm.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
Nima said the art gallery stank
and all those middle class types
(she being one herself
what with her education
and upbringing and all)
and the usual
bourgeoisie stuff
on the walls
and she huffed
and puffed
and so Naaman took her
to Leicester Square
to some bar he knew
and got her a drink
and lit her a cigarette
and she said
she needed a fix
got the hunger for it
but they’d know
at the hospital
when she got back
and there would be
hell to pay
and the parents
would blow their top
them being doctors and all
and so what they’d say
to her she couldn’t repeat
so she just drank her drink
and smoked her smoke
and Naaman said
he quite liked the art
in the gallery
especially the modern stuff
and the Yank guy
wasn’t really trying
to chat her up
he just wanted
to draw her attention
to the riches
of our monarchy
oh sure he was
she said
he was after
getting into my pants
and she got all verbal
against men and Yanks
and the **** war
in Vietnam
and Naaman just sat
and listened to her jabbering
her eyes lit up
like lights in a harbour
her small **** moving
as she gestured
her tight jeans
(red cords)
hugging her thighs
(a feast to his eyes)
her fingers holding
the cigarette
the pink nails
the unbitten nails
the slim hands
then she stopped
and drained her glass
and said she had
to go ****
and so he watched her go
wiggling her hips
her fine tight ***
and he thought
of that time
in the hospital
at the last visit
when he and she
snuck into that
small room
where they kept
brooms and such
and had a quick ****
she in her nightgown
(pulled up)
and he half
listening out
for sounds
hoping a domestic
didn’t come
and want a broom
or brush
and when she came back
he went off with her
through the Square
and along
Charing Cross Road
she talking of the state
of the toilet back there
the things
some women do
the messy *******
and on she went again
her voice jabbering away
and he knew
she needed her fix
needed it bad
so he got a tube train
to Victoria Station
and on to the hospital
where she was kept
the nurse being
quite concerned
at her state
and took her away
and she waved
(Nima not the nurse)
and blew him a kiss
from her palm
and he blew one back
knowing it wouldn’t reach
her lips or ***
but would do her
no harm.
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