Drop Dead A Bed

Dear Dead Bed, How do you cover my quilt on bony racks of ribs your pears are green with molded cheese between your teeth. Living life as large such nails when pink did nip the bottom of your well of chocolate treats. Almond was the color of a dare in past gone life when head board clutched your hair and lets not go. Bones in hand the ring long slid a boarded cubbard planked across forever wide divide I'm eighty nine goosed there come here for more. Legs quite knobbed veins are sliced from after life the river parts the running fawn flees from tangled trees in forest parts. Drawers in life kept all apart the wafting of the ovened rymed that part cannot I say dismay you crazed. Let me take this cracked ole bed we knew so well that lies in ruins castled seeps a moated motalted float you drank that day.