Pop Sonnet #460

The pain that brings with it a higher course
Always taking time out for a fact
Never really considered the source
And sharing anymore of tact

Tactile yes I dream out loud
Never wanted to feel proud
Putting on this giant shroud
And floating off in another cloud

Spiked leaves that return to face
The misinterpreted human race
And Arsenic and Old Lace
Will make you laugh at the car chase

What would stop the lyricism when
Wonder always where I've been

Pop Sonnet #461

This is damage to my brain
Causing righteous over trains
That bring cargo full of grains
And break us free of all these chains

That interest us for awhile now
Caught the landmark over prow
Prowess is a always for the allow
The Seven Faces of Dr. Lau

Spending up what little has all right
Without a plan to make it turn out right
And offer up a trail of spite
Candy in the basket height

Which ponders every neck of the woods
Reminding muses of what has srood

Pop Sonnet #462

Incandescent to say again the thing
That which I could now bring
Understanding everything
And the anger in the sting

When no one loves you for who you are
And hate you when you go too far
And offer rides to those without a car
Parading round and round the bar

To take the wax that grows from smoke
Fine time to be a simple bloke
That often enough runs to spoke
And dares the last to go for broke

When all is that sameness other sing
What good it does to crown a king

Pop Sonnet #463

Now the mental picture is in my mind
Take time for other peeps in what they find
Because the mushroom sweet as grind
Chokes you up on the lime rind

Because there is a better tomorrow eve
Got to hand it to Jean Painleve
For filming evolution cleave
And that is lust when we have to leave

The certain case of fictive elemental
Paying off of the bill for dental
Slurping down delicious lentil
And protection is oft time gentle

So fake a reminder when writing
And hope your scope is always sighting

Pop Sonnet #464

Gently we lay down the curses and songs
That force us to remain forever longs
For a new day when we acre tongs
That bring us to life upon the wrongs

And rights that often times erupt
That hold us back into the supped
And forebode you to break into cupped
The time you took to empty pupped

The puppy dog that nipped your hand
Nothing is more cute to understand
When the scheduling has bent your band
It is okay to feel shit canned

Because in awhile, I will think of two
People that can offer cables too

Pop Sonnet #465

Hard to think of this separate day
When you all just fade to pray
When you pray it is okay
To often repeat words you say

But why pray just to be heard
Without the choice of all the steady
That remind me of the words
And there is joy in that old heady

For awhile I choose to fly
Without escape the running cry
Can't always perfectly rely
On what can make the oyster shy

The smell that matters on your body
And the jewelry makes you look so gaudy

Pop Sonnet #466

But there are plainer things to ask
Be careful when you choose a task
And simply wear the perfect mask
Where you will open your next cask

Of fruit and vegetables in cans
Fresh from the growth in an old farm
Charlie Chan is all the hams
And waking up to the sun's alarm

To take back other things you feel bad for
Hold on faster to come what may
This is profiteering lore
Nothing hardly more to say

Except that impetus is logical and heaven
Lucky lucky number seven

Pop Sonnet #467

Build it up without a fall
Languages will guide the call
About to doll up for the ball
Other things that matter all

The grace abounds and nothing crashes
Find myself beneath your path
And staring at those huge eyelashes
Now I taste a simple wrath

Of hands that time us into the lot
And touch your beard that hit the spot
Unless we all feel a dread of nought
For the lead that blackened caught

Beneath the reverse of feeling some
Dented into the local gun

Pop Sonnet #468

It is okay to forgive thy self side
Try to hobble off and felt the guide
Of the haunted boat of lied
Stay up on forgiveness offered tried

To turn down the thing that would have worked
Into commercial land we lurked
Still feel like I have jerked
And the murky murky murk

Is here to tell you we'll be there
Offering the nicest chair
Splitting down the micro lair
Of reconciled feeling prayer

Comfortable when evil feels
The highway to be gone for wheels

Pop Sonnet #469

Here it is, the old last verse
Time again to keep the cheer
For the time I hurt from rehearse
You can take a picture dear

Because if hindsight is a lot of good
I'll tell you bout what you have hood
And if you haven't understood
The last time I sit and brood

From the la la land of feeling best
When there's so many more above
But we all have done the rest
Of what we can to stretch our love

And that is why you go elsewhere
And don't tell a soul that you were there