(SONNET SERIES) rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form

by BOKE

/ FRAGMENT {1 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!