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TPF / FRAGMENT {10 of 12} -- by BOKE

{TPF_10_01} THIS SONNET IS A SECRET. You must swear

{TPF_10_02} you'll never breathe a word of this. OK?

{TPF_10_03} In Nashville there's a nuthouse. That is where

{TPF_10_04} I spent one month -- just one -- because one day . . .

 
{TPF_10_05} . . . I read a book that told me Pro_zac would

{TPF_10_06} relieve fear of rejection (Artist's curse).

{TPF_10_07} The Pro_zac made me manic -- where I stood

{TPF_10_08} no longer measured by my lines of verse . . .

 
{TPF_10_09} . . . no longer in the realm of men -- disease.

{TPF_10_10} Pulled out of bounds -- a nuthouse courtroom judge

{TPF_10_11} (YES, courtroom-in-the-nuthouse judge) decrees

{TPF_10_12} whatever doctors say is law. A SMUDGE . . .

 
{TPF_10_13} . . . marked once and only once yet never will

{TPF_10_14} be lifted from my name. BECAUSE: That pill!