Ottomans Poem by John Parsons

Will the Sun
Ever rise again
O'er this cemetery
Where the Romantic

Is buried alive? This
Appian Way, Death's Expressway
Exclusively for de la Artist?
I hope not-

it hurts to see my compatriots
Die and go unappreciated Like this. My
Persecution never ends. This Orwellian
World wants me dead. My pain

drains itself away onto paper
Exactly (like a carbon copy) in the the style of how

My blood spatters the canvas.

(2 July 2008)
(Justin, Texas)