(7 sonnets / last of 154) THE ARTIST AT THE END OF THE GOAD {smile}

RHETORICAL VERSE /
SEVEN (software-verifiable) SHAKESPEAREAN-FORM SONNETS
and ONE HAIKU


{ACS.148_01} UNTIL YOU WONDER WHY things are "this way." ...
{ACS.148_02} As long as you show up and go along ...
{ACS.148_03} Until you analyze the games we play
{ACS.148_04} instead of overlook what might be wrong ...

{ACS.148_05} ... You'll have no real idea what freedom means. {ACS.148_06} If you don't ask "Why this?" what kind of choice {ACS.148_07} will you have in your life? What kind of scenes {ACS.148_08} can you choose to be in? What can you voice ...

{ACS.148_09} ... beyond the slogans of the TV ads {ACS.148_10} and nurs'ry rhymes of childhood that remain {ACS.148_11} entwined with formulas all college grads {ACS.148_12} regurgitate, but never can explain.

{ACS.148_13} No, we learn early on to not ask why {ACS.148_14} unless you want to get the evil eye.

 
{ACS.149_01} REFLECTING ON "WHAT IS" is only for {ACS.149_02} those with the time to do it. And who does? {ACS.149_03} Few ever have the freedom to explore {ACS.149_04} the undercarriage of the surface buzz.

{ACS.149_05} We'd rather learn how best to grease the wheels {ACS.149_06} than question if we ought to drive at all. {ACS.149_07} We'd rather learn how Donald structures deals {ACS.149_08} than wonder how to come to have the gall ...

{ACS.149_09} ... to bullshit lots of folks with such success. {ACS.149_10} Just tell us step by step how we can climb {ACS.149_11} the ladders set in place. We acquiesce {ACS.149_12} to everything -- just pay us overtime.

{ACS.149_13} Necessity is what most runners face. {ACS.149_14} They have no time to question why they race.

{ACS.150_01} A PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE must speak {ACS.150_02} for av'rage people. Not for Socrates {ACS.150_03} or criminals or artists who may sneak {ACS.150_04} around society. Do as they please.

{ACS.150_05} We may not have the best world that could be {ACS.150_06} but better than the one we do not know. {ACS.150_07} We can't afford much curiosity. {ACS.150_08} The new could bring about some brand new woe.

{ACS.150_09} The politician's job is not to change {ACS.150_10} the nature of reality, but keep {ACS.150_11} our way of life within our comfort range. {ACS.150_12} That world lies on the surface, not too deep.

{ACS.150_13} The job of president is swim across {ACS.150_14} what we believe preventing any loss.

 
{ACS.151_01} AN ARTIST or a prophet or a nut {ACS.151_02} may shout out from the sidelines diff'rent things {ACS.151_03} than everybody knows. Each angry "but" {ACS.151_04} could well be true. And rabbits could be kings ...

{ACS.151_05} ... if aliens from outer space arrive {ACS.151_06} and laser-beam us all to crispy-thins. {ACS.151_07} NO, REAL LIFE is the deal with which we strive. {ACS.151_08} We want security not theory-spins.

{ACS.151_09} How can the loner speak of common ground? {ACS.151_10} A howler in the wilderness define {ACS.151_11} reality for us when they're unbound {ACS.151_12} from our constraints? Unless they are devine.

{ACS.151_13} And we don't think that likely in our day. {ACS.151_14} We go to church but don't know how to pray.

 
{ACS.152_01} Well, that's all well and good until things get {ACS.152_02} too out of balance, then you need a sage -- {ACS.152_03} Someone who says if you are getting wet {ACS.152_04} then get out of the rain instead of rage ...

{ACS.152_05} ... about the fact your panty's are not dry. {ACS.152_06} Some say, of course, it's you and not the rain -- {ACS.152_07} you must have wet yourself with tears you cry. {ACS.152_08} No, no there are no clouds. You're just insane.

{ACS.152_09} The artist says that's bullshit -- ev'ry drop {ACS.152_10} is real, and it is stupid just to stand {ACS.152_11} out in the rain, when you could make it stop. {ACS.152_12} And no, this is not some strange wonderland ...

{ACS.152_13} Just notice that it's raining. Go inside, {ACS.152_14} dry off, and ponder what BOKE's prophesied.

{ACS.153_01} SINCE JANUARY I have cast my gaze {ACS.153_02} upon this project's possibilities. {ACS.153_03} It's fundamentals perfectly in phase {ACS.153_04} with all my int'rests. But it's Cutler's keys ...

{ACS.153_05} ... in the ignition, so what could I do {ACS.153_06} but watch it drive away and off a cliff? {ACS.153_07} This was no situation where a coup {ACS.153_08} could turn the car. Pull out a handkerchief ...

{ACS.153_09} ... and wipe away a tear -- just one -- to grieve {ACS.153_10} the death of an idea that had charm {ACS.153_11} enough for lots of people to believe. {ACS.153_12} I hope that in the end it did no harm.

{ACS.153_13} Just one more sonnet and I'll turn my head {ACS.153_14} to other projects that are not so dead. {smile}

{ACS.154_01} THE BUNNIES OF THE REVOLUTION know {ACS.154_02} that closing time has come when beer runs out ... {ACS.154_03} And when to fresher holes it's time to go. {ACS.154_04} The smallest bunny doesn't even pout.

{ACS.154_05} A NEW ADVENTURE's always being brewed. {ACS.154_06} And Bunny feet are fast and long enough {ACS.154_07} to span whatever pebbled interlude {ACS.154_08} must be traversed. Though sometimes it is tough ...

{ACS.154_09} ... to pull big-headed BOKE out of the hole {ACS.154_10} that they had pulled him into at the start {ACS.154_11} of their last hare-brained scheme or worthy goal {ACS.154_12} in which they're sure he ought to play a part.

{ACS.154_13} The Necessary Angel winks at God. {ACS.154_14} I don't know what that means... or why He'd nod. # # #

# # # HAIKU CODA Those 154 completes 1000 sonnets between elections.