The Sub Versive or Sub Literate
Rhyming is a beloved sickness. I had to make room for, or else
The vivid and the particulate.
Fall in with the subs. The Beckon. To reckon.
A call to language. Subs and suds. Mockery is a lake that bleeds from my neck.
Words. Wash my kup and kunt out, with a love for smelly soaps. The fettle to swear some times drops like a grope.
Dig for looseys, looseys are where words break apart and remake themselves. Threads that venture off into new recombinations.
For me these exist everywhere everywhere. And after much deliberation, I am refusing to resist. I want this little hole in wall to be haven for me, to articulate the sub norms digging themselves out of from the negative.
Sub literate bleeds seeds weeds the line from sublime rhyme itself pulls it as lewis carol working through rhyme crime trills through needle of its wallow, meander, comparatives with sacred, as add vent of wretched, love and laughter.
Are you a multi ?
Do you love Pessoa ? Have you read him more than twice.
Do you explode into fears feral fatal ecstasy and wonder around grabbing for the obscene love of it, as often emerges from horror, what transforms into spools of ecstasy, the golden eye rancid with royal geste.
Allegory. Pull up pull up.
My tongue is a porker.
The molt and shrug.
Rhyming is a beloved sickness. I had to make room for, or else? Yes I had to make room for or else.
To proffer some space for altitude thickness.
Duplicities spin off into the pangs and pangs spin off into wings and wangs scale for language.
Is it subversive ? Yes I call it Shakespeare subversive. For making words happen.
Is it beyond subversive —
Is it casualty ?
Of course it is. Slave rave and crave. Casualty stakes out its offering for sake of being on the make, for finding a compass, for map enacts of redemption.