Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Tricks Of The Vernacular
Studdering idiosyncratic slang
cover the southern map with endless
doles of macaronic tragedy;
there's no syllogism in the
imitator-
an epigone muse,
scholarless obsolete,
an aporia of juxtaposition,
scatterbrained euphemism,
rhapsodized catastrophe,
southern jargon equivalent
to illegible cave wrote glyphs,
hackneyed Esperanto,
for he's the metaphor of sublime,
an allegoric anecdote,
Lord of the Crimson Ballad.
- John Hardesty
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