A sonnet written by Lee Sonogan
Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I’m tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become. – Johnny Weir
‘Be still my beating heart’ into the void,
Everything under the sun’s dirty beaux.
Something odd/strange straight out of Sigmund Freud,
Weird incentive non-expected escrow.
Here’s the hidden thing about black boxes,
It is wearing a good apparatus.
Truths of love with many leaky faucets,
Upper incisors bevelled edge callus.
Reverberate echoes apotheosis,
Whatchamacallit planned obsolescence.
Much unlike the meek actions of Moses,
Grace has given but a ghostly presence.
Amity accord concord harmony,
Casual mess of petty larceny.
The human-made world is mostly beyond our comprehension. Our daily survival depends on seemingly magical gizmos that provide our food, water, clothing, comfort, transportation, education, well-being, and amusement. – Mark Frauenfelder