Echoes of Utter

I wrote this poem while intoxicated, they call me mellow yellow

Echoes of Utter

You shiver while you shudder,
secrets you utter, stumbling as you stutter.
Over drawn on the udder, sealed in at the shutter.
Myriads of mystics mutter.
Creamed coalescing of golden butter.
Spinning around without my rudder, never noble as the rutter.
Explosive sparkle sputter.
Crackled in my verbiage assassination with splutter.
Glittering like the twilight promises gone gutter.
Suite of the sweet suitor, never smitten with the flutter.
Mustering in the muddled puddle of the shyster lathered with my clutter.

-Peace and prose-
Nox -Nuit