Pop Sonnet #530

Take back by night my head from kind
Lost a reality check for all the mind
Found a card that had been signed
Offer trails for all the lined

Liner notes that make me feel good again
Don't know what to run from then
Always know just where you've been
Make up rules for a game of gin

Spaced out for blinder timing
Found the heady in the rhyming
Lost a girl for time was signing
Underneath the Autumn mining

That lasted for a dozen days
And empty plan for how this stays

Pop Sonnet #531

Disagree and that's okay by me
Finding out how others be
Until the naught is dead by deed
And offer out that one last plea

To derange an empty plan
Got so far from opera man
That I laughed until the fan
Broke in half from time to can

That emptied out upon the grass
The rain drops fell around at last
And moisturized the Spring child mast
Never mind when gone to pass

Because it draws a fifth of pain
And reminds us why there is brain

Pop Sonnet #532

Why waste a talent that you had
Memorizing that which is sad
Please oh please just don't get mad
At me when your not so glad

All these stories of the feelings
Staring up at the red ceilings
Empty amped of lost in dealings
And don't forget the full on wheelings

That popped like a cork beneath the rye
Pleasantly she moaned for sigh
And afterwards she took a guy
Full of candor on the supply

So don't make fun when things look great
And empty up the clear full plate

Pop Sonnet #533

Perfection never comes to us
So just put on as much as just
Could do without the bust
And that is how you end the lust

For frustration magnetizes this
Random oddness that is list
For the best and worst of tryst
Without a mile for the gist

Don't matter if you cannot share
Emptiness beneath the air
Harder than the things we bare
And lost again for voices stare

And grow up with the rest of days
Making empty for the grays

Pop Sonnet #534

And that's about half of what's intending
Got to run away from friending
When the episodic mending
Revamps mystification for sending

Out the governed bits of lieu
Out for simple nocturnal crew
All the things you have to do
Without pleasure empty true

Because I'll be there like I said
Unless you chase me from my bed
And take a breather for the bread
That is a mainstay for what's said

And it's okay to find yourself back
Because it disappears into the tack

Pop Sonnet #535

Would have really lost it all
Worried them not a good call
Have to orchestrate the stall
For the phony in the fall

Because it is not my place to judge
Nor will I ever hold a grudge
Eating all my mother's fudge
And emptying out a prayerful budge

To catch a giant man that's green
Bit all up by allergies
Bit and bit by the tiny things
That crawl around us in the stings

And don't know if it is too small to see
That is why it still hurts me

Pop Sonnet #536

If I suddenly feel rushed
I think that is fully hushed
Embarrassed by the silver brushed
Full of trails cut through the thrush

And when things used to be here gained
For the obvious were stained
And the broken down was explained
About a film that takes the rained

So I walked a long long ways
Empty at the bottom pays
Sometimes it is shortened for the Quay's
cartoons that were all right phase

And take me as I am or should
Empty what you understood

Pop Sonnet #537

Getting to the bottom of a day
Feels so good it is important say
That I do dare you to feel away
Of about the honest ray

Of sun that peers through clouds
And makes us where all our shrouds
Because sometimes it is allowed
To worry about what you've been endowed

And weather permits we'll see that
Was a way back to the bat
To be scared of crowded hats
And to feel the chomp of gnats

Gnawing through the skin and bone
Feeling always the way to atone

Pop Sonnet #538

If loss is all you have to feel here
Ditching for the empty tear
Ditched again it feels so near
When operation is the year

Of living time for waiting all
The man understands why not to call
Unless you went too far that wall
Is hiding out an organ's stall

Because in Oregon there is nature every place
Try to wind down just in case
Wound up like a cork and snapped in trace
About the ease that saves you face

And if you are not quite done yet
Then write about what you regret

Pop Sonnet #539

Nothing is going to change the facts
That simply ties you down with tacts
And empties out the repeated acts
Without a rotten time for sacks

Of potatoes that fill the hunger
There is a lot of power among her
And I reach out for the stung her
With whatever rung here

Was to stop a simple pattern
Like the rings of oldest Saturn
Like the animals of lanterns
Still a word does not form matter

Because what comes from nothingness
Only what is vacuum bliss