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Further Poetry Readings

Pop Sonnet #31

The dreams of endless pain and riches
And now we receive a simpler fate
Steal forms of reason from the glitches
Why is there venom at the gate

Commonly the poet knows
And empties all my favorite toys
Unless the Light Bright starts to glow
There's nowhere I can be employed

What is a house, a car, a dream
I'll run away or take me there
A hand me down from broken seams
Some of us just stop and stare

Unless this importance is scaled back a bit
There isn't much more to be split

Pop Sonnet #32

Laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh
There is another way to go
Until we thank the kind steam bath
I've got everything to show

Thank my girls for their kindness and kiss
Object lessons fill my heading
It's a road trip that I should wait to miss
Friendship is the key to sledding

Bread is taken away from here
Replace my fouled up circuitry
Staring down the time of years
Before the anger devours me

And then there's more clarity
Maybe I'm not done with charity

Pop Sonnet #33

Happiness my fleeting state
When do the shadows flee from time
Any voice commiserate
Purgation in my beat up dime

Can't drop a dime cause I don't have one
Until the clan comes raging back
Poor folks they just have way more fun
And prophecy is a mean spirited tack

I feel ugly and lied to by
But there's just a few believers
My consciousness is all bone dry
Everyone hears thoughts that linger

Where are we going, where have we been
The drool that spills down off my chin


Pop Sonnet #34

Return to me, please come back
I am still here, it gives us hope
Never left and that's a fact
Until the hangman unleashes rope

Where is there peace on this great planet
Lack of confidence is fair
So worn out, I should shit can it
But there's a feeling in the air

Be careful not to piss them off
Smoking days were good but over
Lest I develop a real bad cough
Which spirits here can now uncover

Lesson learned I'll copy and paste this repetition
Life is nothing but a mission


Pop Sonnet #35

When love feels like it has gone away
The road is paved, the trail is dusty
The circus is a place to play
My lovers are only slightly busty

Clean up my act and fall as well
For wanting too much and I got it
Unless I'm already in jail
Maybe there is a way to spot it

Overarching candlelight in the night
Of evening morning time stretch
After a few more lit up spites
Never been that good at catch

Frustrating that I'm all worn down
Don't know which ways up and which ways round


Pop Sonnet #36

Take a chance on populist liners places
Chances thin and chances lost
It's a day at the old races
Nothing that can pay the cost

Where is my karma when I need it
Chemicals are all depleted
This brain surgery won't hurt a bit
I'll admit I am defeated

I know when I have been licked
Animate the bleeding mass
There's a note that couldn't stick
Words are flying out my ass

Then again its just a practice of words
Probably have to side with the nerds


Pop Sonnet #37

He is a legend of tomes
Then again where are we now
Can he make my brain from foam
Next year there is another plow

God is dead and God's alive
Run away from all that's certain
Stung us when we stepped on hive
Make sure that you close the curtain

Roads of life are cold and heartless when
We all go through it all in life
Misery has yet to even begin
Wish I never had a wife

Maybe a Tiger Striped Pajama will leave behind
A tiny card I tried to find


Pop Sonnet #38

What happens when all joy is lost
And fly for me, I cannot fly
It seems worse than Holocaust
Did Icarus really die

In Valhalla returns the Gods
To fix a nightmare kicking me
And then they can be reshod
And to Christ I make this plea

I've made this plea many times again
The Lord knows better what I want
There's nothing left for me to win
What I need and to use which font

But computers can be really scary
When they lock up I find I'm wary


Pop Sonnet #39

Too much too soon, cannot be brave
But when the stolen opiodes drain
Think to return back to my cave
Feels like a hole inside my brain

Shiver shake withdrawal or trembling
And now its over and I'm afraid
An ecstasy was worth the nimbling
The rich may hate the things that stayed

But friends in high places are taking care
When illusory images burn and rust
Of my laughter, fears and wares
The oil can is making crust

And it's really hard to gain weight
Even when all Epicurean is on my plate


Pop Sonnet #40

Why are there hate words in my head
The pain from causing others pain
Permanent brain damage and born with it they said
Left a total recurring stain

Will I spoil the last act
Nothing gained by chasing pipe dreams
Can you give away the fact
Fading hollow into seams

Left a mass of waves and crashes
Editing goes on and on
Right to think I dropped my dashes
Now everyone is gone

Who is on the phone, don't talk to me
Can't you see I have to flee


Pop Sonnet #41

Did the Moloch pit appear
A dream a day when dawn is new
When I felt my inner ear
A ride cross rivers in a canoe

And waterfall of damned appearance
Never go back to before
Found it in the books of clearance
Even if it blinds more

Shortening my verses worn thin
To redirect attention spans
Until only one or two letters begin
I have a few real big fans

But what time wastes is not an object lesson
How can you get bored by Bresson?


Pop Sonnet #42

Worlds of dreams are infinite
And shakiness is withdrawal too
My throat feels like it needs relit
Endorphins from a made up zoo

It's like the karmic demons hide
Or is it all just a dream
And beat me up when I can ride
Political nonsense washes up the beam

I respect my friends and leaders
Metaphors cannot be harmful unless
Read most of all of my course readers
Many women lose their dress

But I cannot have it all
Spoiled and magic dances tall


Pop Sonnet #43

When Worlds Collide, and attitudes adjust
Rewrite the history lesson when
Stopping me is what we must
Bugs and spiders on my skin

Mirroring the darkness rises
Voids of memories in their plan
Size him up and pay him prizes
Content with cold and vicious hand

Collapse the mental workout zone
When angels all come crashing in
The storm was for me and me alone
We did what we had too and we will win

Competition is bleeding from my dread
Someday I'll probably wind up dead


Pop Sonnet #44

I remember everything and nothing
Placing in my auto cart
Fading from a wanted sting
Lost again without the art

Self declared is what I am
Fly too high and drop like growing
Staring at the prison grim
Too many cards I have been showing

A routine check up is scary still
The emptiness of lovers lost
Unless I make it by my will
No instant fix from the cross

Shallow days of dreams gone by
And fear and pain circle round my eye


Pop Sonnet #45

A slight burn is what a feeling
Makes me scream when I can't have that
There's still time to start the healing
Curiosity killed the fucking cat

And pain and sorrow leap for joy
Who likes to think of childhood
When all is pitched by my friend Troy
Wishes I would stop the brood

Attitude is everything now and again
But lyric sheets are taking chances
Losers now are later to win
Find a wire in my dances

Burning on my skin is taken
Have I only just been faking?


Pop Sonnet #46

Shaky cameras hide my lies
Just have fun is what I said
When there's no more alibis
Now I'm shaking from my dread

Dungeon keepers trickling
Background noise is all it is
God's messengers are pickling
Choking back on my own fizz

Drop the slab and make it worth it
Grown ups are afraid to cry
Stolen karma scares the jerk fit
Everyday I always die

Dead Telluriders and Aunt Acids
Toe took trips to old Lake Placid


Pop Sonnet #47

Reading books are Hoose Library
Plato, Confucius, Jung, De Sade and Hegel
Elements are all refineries
Except when autism runs from labels

My hands are shaking from fear of God
Or is Bunuel as strange as me
Is there wisdom in the odd
Fear is not an option flee

The bobble never crashed and burned
Where was I am I just a liar
Talking to the Hollywood sign learned
There's no more fire to aqcuire

Or rebuilding my complete collection
Sends me off in all direction


Pop Sonnet #48

Thirteen is not a lucky number
But I cannot work at all
Superstition fills me like a plumber
Work will make me fear the ball

Do I look good or am I ugly
And freaking out when God is wrathful
Do words reduce the pains of hug me
Maybe demons are a handful

Will words create a distant fear
The mall is open, people are there
And pain erases yesteryear
To make us buy new underwear

And threaten children for my own crimes
Glad I am all out of dimes


Pop Sonnet #49

Von Stroheim reminds me of my fate
And can't seem to remember when
When images are meant to create
We've got all this time to spend

I fear myself for very good reasons
Heavy handedness appears
When God reminds me of my treasons
And steals away these empty years

The stream of conscious never stops
When weather does as weather will
And maybe there are still raindrops
I really just enjoy the pill

But maybe it is all for fun
When I am still someone undone


Pop Sonnet #50

Keep moving forward and blow up the box
Critical is fear of thought
When empty feelings scare us all rocks
The blinding technophobe is caught

Treat your toys with care they say
And reminding me to live my life
They may not lock up if we pray
When signs are changing behind a knife

What is contagious memory
When reaching out for compliments
Chances are that they will see
Still won't pay the last is sent

The cradle rocks in outer space
Or final thoughts are making stasis


Pop Sonnet #51

Frescoes come from pain and guilt
Collaborate and remember nothing
Frescoes remain in what we've built
When pride reveals its last sharp sting

Ray got me down in coldest weather
All things of beauty come to pass
Maybe we can play together
Poetry is built to last

And drakness days when I'm pretending
And colleges are worth the grants
Nothing more they keep on seding
Drop weapons and receive your lance

It's not a violent recurring dream
Valor is more than it seems


Pop Sonnet #52

All has ended in returning a result
Forums are a way to blind me
Wish I never formed a cult
Sophistry may some day find me

Got you covered now or do we
You have a really nice figure out
Maybe tolerance has a plea
There was never any doubt

The dark side is just so enticing
Already there but not almost
Maybe I return next Spring
Father, Son and Holy Ghost

A hymnal is a danger book
When Geryon returns the look


Pop Sonnet #53

One love is right and the night feeds my parole
That teaches us to love each other
Another place a fearful scroll
Even if he's not my brother

The makeshift anger of my rage
Until tomorrow's better dew
Leaves me in an empty cage
Is still arriving past the gloom

The sun comes out but it is still cold
Free my plan of suffering
I have just been bought and sold
Born again and for the King

Of fate and chance, the chaos brings
And Aladdin plays with golden things


Pop Sonnet #54

Rocking the cradle goes too far
But workmanship has always failed me
Unless I'm already a star
My old friends will not impale me

Sitting back and arguing stops
Fear is a factor that must go
Beneath the tiny waves of drops
Unless you didn't win the show

To function again is better than
Damned if you do---saved if you don't
A tiny ship that makes me grin
It's all as if God doesn't won't

So just accept that you were there
And just keep all the brainy stares


Pop Sonnet #55

If it feels good, is it really good
Diseased brain is what I feel
Leprosy was in the hood
Until I return to the real

An ending myth of prophecy
A lake, a forest and a tree
To separate desire's plea
To tread thin ice is not for me

I'm not an athlete, I don't understand
And whittling could take some time
Why words don't seem to lend a hand
Someone else pays for this rhyme

When publishing is the latest cure
I still am empty in the blur


Pop Sonnet #56

When I rush into the battle
Take a ride on donkey day
Someone else has sold my cattle
Palm Sunday is a day away

And capitals seem to be shouting
Fade away this pain and sorrow
What more in my hopeless doubting
There will be joy in my next morrow

Purgation brings a trap or too
And dreams will fade and dreams will die
But it's my fault to be with you
Unless I withhold all the lies

Tear up your offer, it's not for me
I'd rather smoke neath a willow tree


Pop Sonnet #57

Once more I have set the standard
But it's not a braggart's way
To be good at what is branded
Fights the fiction every day

All my sins will be my burdens
Guilty free or sinful sermons
And take away the empty Bourbons
That clutches onto my old word games

And love for fun is not a clue that makes us laugh
Switching brands is what I do
Upon the day of my reckoning caraffe
To please the crowd they're better too

When there's still more we can see
Just fulfill this one last plea


Pop Sonnet #58

An epic fills my pointless anger
I'm warning you not to beat Shakespeare
When all fulfilled the last of danger
You'll wind up with a twisted leer

Caravaggio is a queer work of art
Humane to God's dominion is fine
But that is all that's in my cart
I drank too much expired wine

And alcohol is good when handled
The dollar store they sent me to
By the lights of all the candles
There's one more thing I've gotta do

Build a bridge, and don't deserve it
It takes time the things that fill it


Pop Sonnet #59

A double black ski ride named Storm Drain
When snow is icy from the sun
Seems to me an easy rain
And now I'm broken and I'm done

There's only two more words to write
When tantrums end like a small child
The episode is still a fright
I give it all to Oscar Wilde

Pick and stick is an old legend now
Unless the boots of shoes are tearing
I don't want that anyhow
A hole in my pants is what I'm wearing

The haze is filled with love for me
But I can't have what ain't for me


Pop Sonnet #60

It wears me out like Radiohead
When Schopenhauer thinks its boring
To think that I can live with dread
There's silence in my chainsaw snoring

A bitter dew of mindless gaze
And laughter is my medicine
Returns to me into a phase
But up the ante and strive for the win

Of course, my brain is damaged now
And there's a time for what we do
I just don't have the balls to bow
Unless we don't eat all the stew

I'm not a writer, just a regular guy
Unless there is joy in your eye