Pop Sonnet #81

In time's last haze the autumn moon

Shivers in the translucent dust

A sparking coil of shiftless dunes

When atoms fall to rust

The emptiness of pain inside

Will never go away

Unless it is pain that we all hide

The time to play is nay

Teeth wrench out their moisten steam

When hearts will race for endings

And rigidly we plant our seeds

When fruit cocktails we are blending

The chance of a lifetime has already been missed

Winding up on the back of a list

Pop Sonnet #82

To flee the frozen ground too fast

May land you in the ice hole

When all our dreams are meant to last

The emotions here are double

Containers now of meat and cheese

Keep them from going bad

Unless our technology breaks down

We'll blame it on the lad

A holy day this Sunday is

And time will still fight on

Racing with reckless images

And waking before dawn

How cold is it in Colorado now?

A few degrees too low!

Pop Sonnet #83

Waking up from this daydream of wild parties

Finding love and sex and dreams

And blaming all the Smarties

Defenseless days of deepened reams

For lies that we've once told

To save a face, a race and a chase

And still going for Gold

Unless the dream ends in a daze

When pride gets in the way of guile

Happiness improves

Not caring if we stay awhile

The empire it behooves

A crystal is a crystal is a crystal

Please just put down your pistol

Pop Sonnet #84

Checks and balances, supplies and demand

Found them all to be records

That are propped up on the stand

Copying these simple neckers

And bringing home the goods

Makes writing fast an easy task

When films are made of wood

And demand more from the mask

Unless a crank day approaches for the love of flasks

An empty wire, a scapegoat liar

That irritates the lacks

When doubting records and fires

Check again by yourself this simple self delusion

And cover the world's most dangerous game, the Gaia Illusion

Pop Sonnet #85

Be careful is what is told to me

When defining what is right

Just scared enough not to flee

Out in the frozen night

There's nowhere to run, nowhere to turn

And vision fades so fast

It feels like there is more to learn

Recovering what is grassed

So just absurdly roll along

Through swiss cheese drawn and quartered

And when Archer's bang their Gong

The Powell will be reordered

So if I bare the scars for you

It makes an emptier milieu

Pop Sonnet #86

Can't get in to my own club

Is what H-town says to me

So I vision all the flubs

Of nightengale's old plea

A cleaner house, a gentle lamb

A snakey politic

When I can take an old Dodge Ram

And make the feelings stick

Or just relax and play along

when little children pleasant

The tour is going fine and song

Is coming in the present

So adapt to a feeling of lightened loads

And spring chickens are in the goads

Pop Sonnet #87

Wrap your head around a tin foil plate

If you have seen the signs

Don't knock down a rich man's gate

Even when there's oranges and limes

Working class is exploited when

The working does need done

I will still try to pretend

That working is quite fun

Don't bother me, when I'm alone

I'm having a good time

And even if your belly groans

Imagine I'm a dime

What we are worth in money

Is given back in honey!

Pop Sonnet #88

Making me nervous without a vice

Kindly feel content

Wearing out the dungeon dice

And money's never spent

Unless the elders of this purse

Have saved up all their coin

Take your time to rehaearse

And take care of your groin

The groans and chains of celibacy

Coming toppling so quick

And women are positively racy

On my finger lick

But don't take what isn't yours, unless invited to

And joke about defining sex is what we oughtn't do

Pop Sonnet #89

Knowing when to quit is fine

So others won't go mad

Knowing how to unwind tine

And fence in what is sad

Building walls around the castle

will it leave its mark

Time for us to even lasso

Steers that stampede in the dark

Flickering the waves controlled

By sonar solar energies

The seas are scientific lulled

And carries us to please

Unless the time doth give away a frying pan and friar

And I don't think we can slow down until we're made a liar

Pop Sonnet # 90

Love one another, round and round

Thy neighbor, as thyself

Bind the torn up pictures when

We chronologize our shelf

The tempter is strong and may get stronger

But to waste a day

Simply makes us think quite longer

Now I'm blown away

Fear is casteth out upon perfection

Make for the back door

Lest we rage for our protection

The woman in not a whore

And wiser men still dream of milder times when they are bent

Please do not tell anyone that I have really had you sent

Pop Sonnet #71

In the hazy dew of hypnotic memories

When I went away it all got worse

I learned to take a day or two for enjoyable hobbies

Now you take the time to rehearse

When battles aren't meant to be fought

Responsibilities take their toll on me

Understand there's more people to be bought

It is not clever for me to see

Not my battle is what they say

Godfather Ross is never impressed

Fire with fire makes it worse anyway

Cultural elitism is maybe the best

The dawn will come another day

Nervousness makes me lose sleep anyway

Pop Sonnet #72

Toughen up or sensitivity

Rigid or extreme the coercion war

A child's dream or memory

Don't think women are all whores

Maybe the gaze won't need an elective

Unless it is time to send more copies

Hopefully these words will one day be effective

To the kings and queens of remedies

Is it a day off or is it ineffective

Do we bring our own order reason

To die from too much dreary perspective

Is thought crime a 1984 treason

Then again I may be nervous

When I'm happy--it may not get worse

Pop Sonnet #73

So many hormones surging through my mind

Mages come in many forms

Maybe we all should just go blind

Freedom is secret for the days start to warm

Slippery slopes of rhyming quattrains

And never again will I return to the place

A chance to explain the sting of the disdain

Anywhere I go my heart starts to race

Respect in my own community

No one really has to change

Is all that is urgent for me

Sometimes it is good to be out of range

Clearly the death found in greed

Is not a simpler culture of need

Pop Sonnet #74

All of the pressure of a Lord's given day

And then when I run off in different directions

Will work themselves out, maybe by May

Don't know what to do, or where there's protection

Gemini has split me right down the middle

If we all work together, maybe we'll see

Maybe the devil is the man with the fiddle

Idealism might end violence but it might wotk for me

A day is lost but there's so many more

WOrking for nothing creates paranoia

Maybe my own verse should not be a chore

Unless karma returns to be bought and sold won't ignore you

Finish the game and keep on moving forward

When enough is enough there's no reward

Pop Sonnet #75

Underground and way under cover

Will Aliens cease the fear of the Earth

Cold as ice in the land of the hover

Or could this be a new type of birth

Options in art are all around us

Unless we imagined too much

Despite the coarseness of all this rust

And thought Atlantis was Dutch

After a couple of pints of absinthe and liquor

Unless it wears off after a time

It does not help me to think a lot quicker

And feels like we're locked in the grime

Maybe when we clean up our faces

But then there's still demons that chase us

Pop Sonnet #76

Fear of my home is no longer an option when

And if creates bedlam in myself and not others

We seek the day where happiness begins

We'll all be true to our sisters and brothers

Meaningless vanity is too rigid for me

Walk too far, or not far enough

Unless the echoes create a golden plea

Things might get crazy if I don't get gruff

Call my bluff it is enjoyable to dream

Pressures not on, it is not a forceful drive

Except when the dream all ends in a dream

What do we do to all feel alive?

Slow down so we can catch up

Or speed up to find a drop from a cup

Pop Sonnet #77

Willard maybe floats round the room

Pushing himself to be too correct

When push comes to shove it still looms

When calmness still makes me erect

And then there is J. Wagner the great

Realizes the audience is much wider now

Never does he ever show up late

If the audience is not there still take a bow

The rules of the game is corrosive when

Renoir in a painting at the Museum de Orsay

Nazis should not have censored him

In France peril lurks when frustration is in the day

Inertia, impetus is colliding for peace

Unless I just wither to be in the least

Pop Sonnet #78

Times come and they go

And repetition or loops and excerpts forgive us

Sometimes I want sunlight, sometimes there is snow

Unless dreams are made to teach us

Fast or slow it is just a matter of time

Slowing down is what I'm doing

Folks get frustrated when there's no words to mime

Unless too much speed is what is stewing

The poet is in pain for nothing is certain

Without a feeling of frustration

It is like I open and close the curtain

I am not sure if there is an explanation

You said some things, and I said some things

Those days are over--or is this what death brings

Pop Sonnet #79

Happier times, they still might exist

The mentor is rising, but his coiffure is charming

But there's so many things that we all have missed

Why do I still feel so alarming

We're only in it for the money Frank Zappa says

And boxes were all meant to be popped out of

Unless it is his opinion for the ancient of days

Unless there's preferable isms to shoose from

The flames of destiny will find a dawn of eternity

It is still expensive to live comfortably

There's room here for everybody

Unless we have everything already

Depending upon that in which we take part in

There's nothing wrong with free art then!

Pop Sonnet #80

The Royal Rangers once said to be prepared

It is impolite to stare, unless we get pumped

And I do think that the whole world cared

I'll admit it, I'm totally stumped

Keep secrets, it's healthy and not even kidding

Charity is perilous but it is karmic

Unless God spoiled us by too much giving

Until the light burns out it's last week

Do negative thoughts bring about a catharsis

A purging of frightening days of Thanksgiving

Seasonal problems are about the rehearsals

Don't make much, but it's a living

If I can stop stirring up trouble

There's still time to fix the bubble