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Pop Sonnet #61

In the haze of memories night
Hypnotic transformation rings
Underneath the candlelight
An empty rack of blistering

In the community I'll be damned
Start again to laugh at all
Unless I dropped the piece of land
Which wasn't for my gift to call

The dreams I have---My head is swimming
Unless there is a power source
The eleven's that are trimming
I was kind of late of course

And the hour has arrived to beat the system
All my friends, I really missed them


Pop Sonnet #62

When an artist goes to far
Rotten smells were swelling round
Ditching the apples in my car
I could eat a half a pound

Anxiety is it contagious
Shortened lengths are longer still
Could have typed this in my pages
Maybe it is too hard my will

Will I pass or will I fail
Against the odds of my safe place
I fell off the old rail
And barely left without a trace

When I pray to God it sometimes fears
My mind to spin and nose to cheers


Pop Sonnet #63

Writing fast will burn calories quick
When I fell down in the shower
Unless it isn't just a trick
Broke my back, but it's an hour

To write a song and have a dance
Addictive chemicals were bringing
Could I just be taking a chance?
One last chance for all my singing

Analog abacus--Owl of Minerva
Wander down the Street of Shame
I am but a pawn and servant
Don't want to turn this to a game

The slower I write the longer time goes on
There's still a little snow on the lawn


Pop Sonnet #64

Slowing down and catching up
Until I drop the days old fence
And then the animals are pup
Watching that there's no offense

Here today and gone tomorrow
Is there a problem with my madness
Ringing true of all my sorrow
Sometimes fills my heart with gladness

If religion is banned from psychology
Or Angels swing through massive paintings
Then the Last Supper's just a bad movie
And Pierre was nervous daintings

What's a movie, know one knows
Unless the author found his flows


Pop Sonnet #65

Sting ray in the aquarium
Have a holiday at the beach
Touch it and it burns the rum
And in the past we all will reach

The Royal You, the lonely one
Or mumble total loss of schedule
Are we having any fun
The cornerstone is fearful gruel

And make old Hegel sit for hours
Empty thoughts are now repairing
Mocking us he had no showers
Probably should be always staring

Balance brings the sides together
No one know who controls the weather


Pop Sonnet #66

Once was glib and may always will be
Losing weight from brain waves flowing
Routine check ups in my tea
Wish I still could be a' growing

Feverous nerves when there's a program
Hoax us all and fearful fun
Handed down from the old sham
Dinner time is almost done

When my system is not working
Rewards for easier and simple
Ghosts seems to be always lurking
I don't even have a dimple

Cute to me and scary too
Probably should slow down and chew


Pop Sonnet #67

Lyrics don't have to follow patterns
Shaky hands from all my pain
Smoking can be lit by lanterns
Weather's good, I see no rain

And the majority of my own power
Afraid for me--compatibility
Wiles away the hypnotic hour
Late for dinner--Lare for tea

Talked about with the poem
Will we live to see tomorrow
Underground where I am known
Lines of thought that are great sorrow

Other writers write all day too
No one has to catch the flu


Pop Sonnet #68

The Acropolis is a land of giants
Not the kind that are quite mean
Delusions are a afraid of lying
Less that is the jealous lean

Take all my sins away from form
Either art or either ethics
A formless matter in the dorm
God will still conform in breathless

Wearing out my bleeding brain
Scary to think there's good in me
Found my Joy in the old train
Of course, the Quarters were for me

Unless immorality suggests
Nothing's left, an empty nest


Pop Sonnet #69

Poems are hobbies, they can be addictive things
Vote to last longer---wait in line
Relinquish the crowns of all the kings
The Candyman is doing fine

Temptations keep on shouting round
Hatching just an egg or two
Counselors live on the ground
Going bad from lack of true

Stream of conscious, string me along
Unless the chorus is afraid
And write a hundred thousand songs
We'll end at ten and see what's made

A mountain from a mole hill they say
Change the words, it is time to play


Pop Sonnet #70

Bring back the metric system here
One thing leads into another
Let us go to dinner and have a beer
Good fucking grief, oh my brother

Elliptical we went too far
But there's no need to leave this place
Start again, I have no car
It might be too cold in the race

In the night there's over abundance
Now with everything I need
Maybe I am taking a chance
It seems there is a lot of greed

When plots unhatch to stop my madness
I reach for help, and receive gladness