In Praise Of The Odd Rigid Boundary Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

In the modern age chaos is counted fair
But every meaningless becomes the same
So failing beauty’s bland successive heir
Mutes poesy in deconstruction’s name
And every voice adopts digression
Encumbering the clear with artistry
From ornament’s oblique impression
To irony, pastiche and sophistry -
So beauty’s slandered with a bastard shame
And nothing is clear in readership it seems
While lines limp on from crook to lame
As prosody the lack of wit redeems.
Mourn then the loss of joy in sonnet form
As jouissance gloss becomes the sonic norm.