Pop Sonnet #300

Scrutiny has come again for all the gossip that it stains
Remembering to smile when nerves
Are shot like handing over the reins
To another company including lots of little pervs

But who am I to criticize
A sample of hypocrisy
Nothing makes me feel alive
Except the very trippy

Visions that will plague my head
Round and round and round they go
Simply get my daily bread
Think I feel the flow

When stress it burdens all I love and all I give from this
Subliminal is the message that I need to give to bliss

Pop Sonnet #301

Aches and pains, I hear about
My back is already shattered
Viable complaints, no doubt
All these shots are scattered

The logic of the happy times
When you get that evil look
Never again to taste that wine
And hiding all my books

So this time, I can finish them
Without an interruption
Chewing on the cherry stem
Like a volcanic eruption

So stabilize your day and hour
Grow less weed and grow more flower

Pop Sonnet #302

No where near us, in this hope
That takes a lot of cheers
Heard the gunshots when I grope
In a couple years

It's dangerous to do nothing
When nothing is what's done
And I'd rather be a material bringing
At least I still get stunned

No point in getting angry now
When I've got all that I want
This is an error at the row
Not going to do a stunt

When anger ferments at the home
Group efforts block me from the tome

Pop Sonnet #303

It seems there is a hunger pain
For all thing that recited
Chewing up the lozenged rain
And remember all invited

Because there's a limit to the phase
Of running rampant congrats
I still feel left in a daze
And hope they turn in their gats

Because who needs a gun battle
Who needs a revolution
I'd rather grow and breed cattle
Cloning is evolution

Never going to pass an empty stream with all my luckless
Days are going by real slow and it seems no one could give a fuck less

Pop Sonnet #304

It's okay to mellow out as much as possible and
Filling up that giant void when all have lent a hand
There is a way to keep together the broken up old band
Just want to push the dying words that do now feel so canned

And the object is achievable when you spread the word of peace
Why take communion leavened bread, it feels like time to cease
Cease without ceasing and it is a giant feast
When payback is in order to help my brain disease

And another nod to feel a possible world that's dying off
Feeling responsible not for myself but other people's lift
Off and on the rounds are empty and words they have not scoffed
Just remember old W.C. Field's words, it is a total gift

And now I'm scribbling day by day into the computer's notebook
I guess whatever floats my boat is a blessing for the gentle brook

Pop Sonnet #305

Half a day is gone away
Now isn't that quite frightful
Never want to be all grey
When this is so reciteful

Recitative is practical man
I'm telling you it's vivid
Now I'm still stuck in the pan
And other's will grow livid

Over nothing but a pressured mind
To be the very best or worst
The drifting signifier's blind
The war I have deserts

Time to drop the subject soon
Time to trigger my old rune

Pop Sonnet #306

Runic stones that do stand tall
No point in making danger
Feeling that there is a call
Without an absolute in manger

Because if taken seriously
I would not be here
If taken less deliriously
The sheep is shorn with shear

Grace rustic antique letter
Full of all this bull
Drop another absurd blood letter
In the maze of troll

And abiding by the overblown
There is a simple guidance Roan

Pop Sonnet #307

Slowing down and taking time
Is the finer state of address
It's okay to pace in line
Even in a mess and dress

In authorship there's a sparsity
That love will conquer most
I've never been an athlete varsity
The regrets of my ghost

And now I think I'll hit cruise control
When the lost potential is full
Of crowded messages in the lull
By and by it goes to mull

Around and settling my head
Don't think I will get out of bed

Pop Sonnet #308

I invite you to share all this fun
Unless the wrong move made
The evidence is all undone
Endorsements in the shade

Because it is still winter here
And growing cold real fast
The sting of time's march for the year
Settle down--the die is cast

And fighting for the oppositional underdog is brave
And reading all the coptic verses hieroglyphic cave
The lack of belief that comes with fame's bluffing like a slave
And every once in a great while, I feel the need to shave

Use your head, use your head, the future is clearly here
Don't mind if there's another reason for your filthy tear

Pop Sonnet #309

Drawing blanks for the rest of the day
That's fine by me she said
Don't even fear the time to play
And poisoned by the lead

The time to operate so soon
When I am a withered soul
Riding in an old pontoon
Birds waking up what's null

And void and simple lessons of
An earthly paradise
The maker seems to placate her love
And enjoys all of the vice

The squad we all fear the most
Has left me jaded like the host