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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