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.