Pop Sonnet #550

To return to normal after growing in size
Searching oh searching for someone else's guise
Been to the bottom to find the next lies
That flaunt all of their performances into the paradise

That utopia that we have all seen
Into the vortex and round the machine
Doubt into the nexus you will thus lean
Spoke for a double dutch memory in scene

That loses a few, never knows how
Without finding all of those I avow
Into the dollhouse confession is now
Because I saw Dylan in the room allow

Not for your one and only child of God
To fall apart under that which is not for the laud

Pop Sonnet #551

Never mind normal when a snake in it's den
Stirs up and down taking care of the grin
And for himself he must always now fin
The escalade that prisms the computer chip sin

That excavates what reality doubles
Well acquainted with your troubles
Carving the other date from the old bubbles
That grow back in days like angrily rubbles

Beneath the Tokyo Godfathers there are two others
Rent free from the library offer some brothers
A local turn of the key into the hidden lovers
That will dive in from miles above her

And relay a link from time to time
That will seize upon the starch in the grime

Pop Sonnet #552

It is not easy to copy down verses
That pander to a whole disparate band of nurses
And found it hidden inside of this way rehearses
Unless I get nervous when around the curses

That echo in chambers for all men to hear
The trouble that spreads good words is not for here
And excruciate the winds of mainstream clear
That make for all kinds of web-o-verse beer

That seeps from the tap of yesterdays addiction sting
And hype up the addict not so out of steam
That deserves a current of rewards that will sing
About the dream that keeps on within a dream

So round out your effort because this is fun
Don't you know nothing can be overdone

Pop Sonnet #553

Understand where you're coming from been in a scape
That brings a bandage around the old drape
And beats out the penance for an angrily nape
That finds the neck portion alive for the shape

Of karma oh what could that be
Just an old tune of a madman's insensitivity
That brought back a cushion of separate agenda, see
Double or triple that is fine by me

Or penetrate logical data that could
Empty the case for liquor mart hood
Hand in a paper of machine law abiding good
And for ever the record will say what it should

Because even though I thought I turned away
It wasn't long before the whole thing came crashing my way

Pop Sonnet #554

No need to be nervous for the whole trip
Brought it about to look at your lip
Which has never felt more chapped then a carriage of kits
That flew all over our dreary deemed lesser than bits

That pay for how fast we get to the end
About that other level, I will have to send
The pain in my gut is about to bend
Me over into the covered wagon of friends

Because I thought I could take anything hard
But before my meds killed me, I thought I'd be on guard
For all the mystification of that other far
Away so close Farewell, we go in the car

That takes us on trips that are not that incidental
Finding a case of the road that is mental

Pop Sonnet #555

Mental goes for the healthy that some may make plain
Find time standing beneath the cold drain
That pours out the waters upon the Earth's mane
And mainline a ringer for middle ground aim

Stalk not the stalkers, they will always be round
Maybe they will find a way not to make a sound
Unless natural wind process made for the ground
The shaken form of lifelong been around

For fortune finds longing beneath the Earthquake
And simply does not care for the sonnet mistake
That quests on for Earthly belongings that wake
Up to the foreground that vibrates the lake

The water will ripple if you have checked it
And without a doubt, someone will inspect it

Pop Sonnet #556

So what, we have a collection of sacred toys
That are about to make a day full of ploys
When lost more than gained, we obviously made alloys
Of returned old diversity to bear the gap boys

Who are pardoned within an inch of their life
Making the nervous energies knife
Of an old man that was chopped up by a wife
Of someone else that belonged in the strife

Because sometimes the rhyming dictionary fails
And launches us cosmonauts onto entrails
Of a total beastly alien that makes for the sales
That curve a word upward for the time in the hell

That bargains with souls about the old days
And makes the hesitant feeling err be at bay

Pop Sonnet #557

So repeat when you just don't know what to do
And that is a taken offer for you
Beneath the wombat and time to eat grew
A nice old lock of hair in the comb for the true

That makes us meet elsewhere when we can't go on looking
Beneath the map of the fable time booking
Underneath the wobble of the empty fad crooking
Better be sure for the capper is looking

And my hat hair is so bad that I feel I'll be bald
In a few days and nights for the stalled
Under the sympathy nice for the gall
That spreads messages as effectively as De Gaulle

The old French are in charge of more than we know
They did invent movies, just so you know

Pop Sonnet #558

The debate rages on in dorm rooms that fail
To effectively care for the pair
Of brand new gates that are haling
About the abuse that is now for the hair

That grows back in tufts but still you look fine
Because there are women that are waiting in line
To be accepted by sex that is divine
So why all the turn offs when you have been Rhine

Gold for a clue of certainly still
That sugarcoats all of the impetus will
By being around for the cosmic for nihil
And finding a difference for the last kill

That bullet they saved for an important tread
Of mainly the things that go to my head

Pop Sonnet #559

So at least now the aesthetics win out
And art over ethics without
A single story of robots that pout
When they've got to invent something to complain about

Unless they don't understand why you're gone
And nothing can make the innocent try and pawn
The empty love life of my sisters are dawn
And often alive with the loneliness on

Because we take care of what we can do
Unless someone is angrily looking for you
Without a doubt they'll be here it's true
That automation makes all for the orgy in new

And leaves out the Flaming Creatures for now
Until one day Jack Smith takes his deserved bow