Pop Sonnet #380

Captivate a pushed desirous impetus just
Lose it all to regain the trust
Sparkle lacquer remove the dust
Shoot me from above the bust

Another moment to myself, god awful feeling
Maybe if we sneak around
Then it feels like stealing
Wanderlust is often the drowned

Guidance in the day that dream is danger apparent
Weapons are no longer for any use but props
Could it be that no one is aware yet
Thank goodness we'll be bros with stops

And if there is one last fatal kiss
Memory is here if missed

Pop Sonnet #381

If we cannot meet for real in life
We'll meet in the dreamers steam
The seduction of the ramped up wife
Just remember when to lean

Because this heavy baggage laid
Across the country trek
Expect a dozen mirror maids
For meaningful effects

Alone in a hotel room feeling blitzed
Without a once in a lifetime remember
It only goes to show the mixed
Lug nuts in twice December

What is a marriage of a loss
Guarded by the vino's sauce

Pop Sonnet #382

Live the life that works around
A damaged schedule evidence for loss
A dozen were gone into the ground
Tie me up with moss

Unless I fear for a butane dress
I cannot taste the weed
Seduce me and find me in the less
Or God is in my deed

Because if socially accept
The trist that we parlay
If there's a gangland precept
You will dive around the play

Because the tower is a training wheel for bottomless pits
And when I wake up with weight, I feel that it is lit

Pop Sonnet #383

Quitting time comes so fast, when composure is all out
Tell the tale of tails and tells
Don't worry about the route
Definitely makes for quells

The pen is settled down
In case technology doth fail
Be buckled when I'm ground
Eat so much to keep the rail

Under wraps for good
Mental rage a mental page
Doing what I should
Mix it up with sentiment age

A thankful attack of sexual healing
And in the hotel room I wait, could have been resealing

Pop Sonnet #384

The sound of tears comes bleeding through
The onslaught of broken hearts
And assault to the senses been feeling blue
Don't need to plea for starts

Because the empty read along is functioning at last
Just remember tie a string
And faded out too fast
Unless it prepares to fancy things

Above the price of gasoline
Can worry about what does get saved
In guided symmetry
Maybe I should wait to shave

When writing in a trance
Better be sure that it is cants

Pop Sonnet #385

Canted as always at the time
That the feeling reappears
Mystifiable deconstructed thyme
The mystery is near us

In case the thief returns to burn
The band will be awake
And empty burdens cannot learn
The time it takes to rake

A quaff of snuff in the bold case
Without a Winter element
And looking out for cousin Jase
When all the dough's been spent

Make good with the material's given
And deny any chance at a gold ribbon

Pop Sonnet #386

What awaits down this river bumps
Too high and mighty approach
Sometimes it takes the angry grumps
To watch a man named Loach

And find the time for what works out
In case the matter's a matter
Don't turn it over without
Did the glass go shatter

It is a possibility to destroy what all we've built
Don't need to keep pushing my hands
Into the sworded hilt
And just develop all this land

That money has not bought
All is saved for even after life is what I thought

Pop Sonnet #387

The aches and pains of reality are in full force already
Spark another July fourth
When you are truly ready
Unless you simply paid the course

That you settled into town
Even though there's mysteries
Hanging all around
Fade then into fantasies

I lost another guidebook
Hope someone needed it more
The Taleph is for high luck
And stop losing what you get in store

It will all come back ten fold
Unless the secret doubt's a crockery of lightning sold

Pop Sonnet #388

The time it takes to make plans
Has always taken lots
I understand that there's no stand
underneath your rots

So Now it is deep as an eternal bliss
That reminds us when to clean
And dodge the angry parental kiss
When Judas has to ream

Because even Judas could have lived
And part of his determined
That he could have just forgived
What is cathartic humans

So just accept that a hanging noose
Still is there in the caboose

Pop Sonnet #389

Now I have reached the wit's end
Another night of reactions
Repressed into a responsive blend
And flipping over fractions

Double trouble when heresies
Are sticking to my back
In order to watch fairies trees
Halloween always attacks

And makes me feel like I have not wasted
A single moment of time now
Even getting bored is basted
Ever knowing row

An ever knowing row of rows
A never ending show of shows