John Parsons Biography

They pump and pump
The agony into me
With their insults and mockery, I slump
Down, tired of picking too many a blood-sucking flea.
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In the Alpine forests
Of Burgundy, I build a log cabin next to a stream.
Everything I do there protests
This world's vanity, along the seam
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We drive on and on,
Past Mineral Wells, urbanization, to Strawn.
A living relic, ancient
Almost, and eventually, archaic.
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I arise out of my bed
Like zombie out of his grave
In a stupor. A blind stupor.
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I thought it would never end.
All that I am

Hurted slowly like
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