Poetry

1. MY TOOTHBRUSH
I used it to scrape streaks of blatant dirt; adhering languidly to my neck,
Rubbed it vigorously against my bare skin; the instant I felt petulant sensations of
itching.
I dipped it in a barrel of aromatic paint; keeping It immersed in a concoction of
flamboyant color,
Slapped it hard against the barren wall; inundating her surface with reinvigorating
opalescent color.
I used it as a broomstick to swipe off tones of obnoxious dust; applying tumultuous
pressure on its fragile persona,
Buried it deep beneath the ground for few seconds; to evacuate pugnacious worms.
I caressed it gently against my nostril; applying its noninvasive hair to my lips,
Produced a deafening sneeze soon after; as an inevitable aftermath of the application.
I held it high In the air; clenching it tightly in my rubicund palms,
Swirled it unrelentingly in right angled patterns; using it as a contrivance for seeking
indispensable help.
I melted it in crackling fires; transforming its body into a shriveled wire,
Painted the same with pure gold; winding it dexterously against my slender neck.
I used it to wipe my effusive tears; holding it in close proximity of my intricate eye,
Pressing it against my heavy eyelids; to gently massage exhausted arenas of my brain.
I rotated it wildly in the arid autumn breeze; trying to assassinate a fleet of ominous
mosquitoes,
Trying to impregnate waves of uncanny terror in all insects hovering around; perched
innocuously in dark corners.
I fitted its head with a metallic cap; embossing it with fluorescent color,
Even had the audacity to fix it in my pocket; substituting nicely for my fountain pen.
My toothbrush however looked the best; when coated with a flimsy layer of
germicidal toothpaste,
Scrubbed onerously against the periphery of my disdainfully yellow teeth; imparting
them a scintillating shine.