cryptophasia 15

long flow to a ...  slap!  rattle

retch,  here’s a rag plinth to maybe shore

land there

fetter against a look-in hoist:

the snowball cartel’s

measuring ammo again, they got

twits who flummox post-audial selves there,

tweak tweak  (it slums up: mulch)—

the twitch folio

strews yr heyday, just a niggling clout

toward mulishness   rite?  enuf to

pulverize that kooky sybili reach getting here

thru leaving there, one minute halved;

if ya go toward melting, the warm weather

stings like whistles sharpening blades or

to unscrew some far-reaching nub

of the anti-matter, guess guessvramshackle

chained to a snooze schelping

substandard blather:  beleagured macro-nuzzle

for a big (shrunken down) wig