Thursday 20 September 2012

                                                      nailed
  Whether she blew on her nails 
                                                     with the afterglow of a gun-slinger 
   or considered them 
                                   with the rubric care of a jewel thief    
   was     really             neither   here                                         nor there.
Butt  for  Neil
          for Neil
                        whose Reading had never been topnotch
                                                     in any of  His hotchpotch Secondary phases
    and who was now high as noon,  sun-blinded in  eyes ecstatic,
                                                                             already strewn about her static soul . . ..
                                . .  .   ! Aaah 
   butt  for  Neil
               she would have long disappeared into the steaming afternoon.
Instead,  she stayed rooted,   thrown by His finger-wagging        not,
                                             as it happened,
 for her,  but at the  partly-concealed sign above the shopdoor     where she lingered.
And He,   bullwhipped  in sweet palpitation and witless intent,
                  construed to swagger towards her,       so she thought,
                         then  to stagger past her     and into the shop           as she lingered.
Neil,  whose Reading had  never been topnotch,
            had misread   Nail Extension    as    Neil Extension ;
             thinking this  a  golden occasion  for  life protracted,
                                                                                                                    despair refracted
        and     His body     thus  lengthened    to properly fit
           the longest coffin                                                  never  intentioned  .
 

                                         Neil / Neli Kosmenyt     -   Kosmenyt Line 
                                                    IN MY SKELETON






After completion of another satisfactory job,
  Neil Kosmenyt    ( Kosmenyt Line - Specialists in Bathroom            Extensions 
poured over his work,
                        reflected in the bathroom mirror.
He viewed there its quality                 undoubtedly
  and could just make out his own name    scratched into the tiles, 
expression-fuelled : 
    My teecha writ that sum men are born .. sum acheeve  . ...       BUTT
               sum have  Groutness  thrust upon them .. .. 
               . ..      "Neil Kosmenyt  "         writ my teecher     
                       " one day, mark my words, you will have yor name splashed up in  ! Tyles"

ps  Im sure they writ  " Tyles !  "             tho they mite have mean    "Lytes !"   !!

       NK/NK
Omen  Lytes    (Ink)
Omen Tyles     (Ink)
    IN MY SKELETON
          

               


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