Dope Sonnet by Logo Wei

Dope Sonnet

I knew a boy once who stole an anthology
To read just a phrase from a line from a poem
Over and over, his right hand fondly tracing
The veins that veered like vines from the left,
I knew a boy once of muscle and youth,
Winsome, funny, forthright, and improper,
Often licking the chip of his false tooth,
‘Starry dynamo in the machinery of night,’
Two years, then his casket was heavy,
I’ll advance the following theory,
That souls don’t float away, they pool,
Filling their compartments up,
Be they blood vessels, yew, or suits of black wool,
Watching the delicious machine crumble.
The fifteen lines of this sonnet are Ben’s.

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Logo and spouse live in the upper Midwest with their puckish quadruped. He has worked with patients, students and those enduring homelessness. Logo writes (and bakes and bikes) as solacing means of existence. Logo's poetry has appeared or will appear in The Notre Dame Review, Pedestal Magazine, Parhelion, AZURE, and others.