Cutters Must2

Married to Shelley

Declares time a Lazarus

forlorn over sky

oceanic and nigh.

Woof wanton and fly.

Do you till you die.

Puzzles busted

into sordid pieces

gushing flushing

touching rope.

Garde à l’eau

watch out below.

Everything rattles

fingers and tips

every tremor battles

the skew flutter and drift.

Every skim and scorn

adorns the drop.

Mystery’s fevers

adoring every edge

for a raised ledge

to orbit the fire

the thirsty and dirty

a voluptuous quagmire.

Taunt and haunt

for wad and the wordy

holds up the fence

pulls on the shirty.

Coil for oil

that lights up the dark

and makes me bark.

An appetite

compunctious for rims —

Torrid and the morbid

courting heavens sins.

Affinity sits on a worm 

flows and blows

where burns white

for the seven die,

and heroic foot.

Flashes to ashes

repeating byronic

lovely stashes.

Fractions of febrifuge

written in blood

the ocean bursts —

And pins a heart

to every nurse.

And digs for gold

e’er the cuts to unfold.

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