05-15-2018, 04:56 AM
They are silver plated brushes,
dragged through knots and impolite.
Dipped clean in each cold morning,
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.
Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.
Open wide for liquid meals
and all the white God brings.
Gaming from their comfy chairs,
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
quiet rooms, toss empty beds.
dragged through knots and impolite.
Dipped clean in each cold morning,
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.
Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.
Open wide for liquid meals
and all the white God brings.
Gaming from their comfy chairs,
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
quiet rooms, toss empty beds.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out