Pop Sonnet #680

The doubled up thirty tricks are played
Cannot reverse simply what's out
Cannot seem to catch up and dismayed
Because rest seems required for doubt

And raise the over pointer to chimney days get
A hectic times ten the course plays
Even though we have never met
I already know what you'd say

To me when we're talking about all
The ways to get back to town
Maybe I might head to go stall
Unless there's a pause for renown

Which doubled the pressure in tandem
Guide books are good to be planned them

Pop Sonnet #681

So rest is elusive as ever, when meds seem to always kick in
And bought a corset forever
Unless the circuit is itchin'
For a run that soaps over the never

Do well when you force the reading
Of all that is paralyzed always
And always feel better after the feeding
Helps out even in certain small ways

The impetus the core of the mouth
That slouches over a typed key
Soon I think I'll head south
The directional way to see

All when you can't leave your room
And so tired out wondering broom

Pop Sonnet #682

Draining out of the planned serum
And proving what cannot be proved
Sometimes the average old delirium
Spreads apples and biscuits for moved

A presence that once reigned upon
Another soul searching dive
And taking time out for a yawn
For waking up is to alive

That I feel so dosed it ain't funny
Unless you perceive it that way
Some say that there will be some money
Attached to the internet pray

For all things that are possible or not
That we still live for the shot

Pop Sonnet #683

Keep flowing like comfortable tubes
That left a cancer in my throat
A record of breaking the rubes
That were laughing on tipped over boat

A fan that was breaking the chord
And gently regretting the signed
To what's worth it is all here adored
Plagued with whatever lucent is mined

That protects a new beginning from scared
What was personally delivered again
And here to make you impaired
From the circle of learning curves win

When alone, I find comfort in sounds
At least for now there's an emptier grounds

Pop Sonnet #684

Never working again for the walk
That took hours on end, yes indeed
But cautiously removed my frock
A jacket is what Summer bleeds

And empty out pocket for marks
A lost candle in the Idiot's path
Pray that you sleep more in darks
The spider bit in a nightmare of math

That plagues your mind like what you've been told
And takes record time to go this play
That once in a while been rolled
And a jealousy freaks out the day

For a time to heal is required
Before I pass out in the dire

Pop Sonnet #685

Wanted to keep track of time another required
Poetry lingers on it's own
Maybe you'll never get hired
Because words begin to repeat on their flown

Out for a duchess Macguffin
Was spreading the logic of games
That tried to eat all of the stuffing
And put the batter box to it's shames

Of a filled up prophet of rewarding
The dreams that were scary last night
And always should be so recording
And live for the fancier fright

That cuddles up under the covers
And reminds me to narrow down lovers

Pop Sonnet #686

Not always writing about the truth here
But I think I split a seed
For the time the all went to good steer
For once in awhile I read

Paradise Lost in five days or less
Was a reason to read what could guess
Or could storm out the billy from ness
That required a lampoon of stress

Guarding so empty the while
Taking time to timed trial
Having to have all the guile
Pushing typed keys as far as they'll file

Because in five hundred more days
I simply find reasons for plays

Pop Sonnet #687

Not quite an understood climb of gimmickry
That work for the scrimmage we have not
After awhile the question of livery
Build up to what is in save ought

To flow on for proper reserve
And to fight over one person's body
That was away from the way it was curve
Flaming up for the simpleton's Audi

That he drove all day and all night
Without stopping for necessary sleep
Unless you can walk cross the right
Hand of the servitude keep

And flustered for the dark moment
You lost everything and you can show it

Pop Sonnet #688

Once again the time draws so close
You know it all goes to from
That way we keep it up arose
From the grave that watching the gum

Of nicotine necessity had it
Last night with A Face in the Crowd
Andy Griffith was full of bad habits
But it's not like I'm wearing a shroud

That will be holier than all someday
Just because the day wastes away
Without doing much already at play
Really not much more you can say

Unless it is full of a pointer stop
Come back next week with a flop

Pop Sonnet #689

Doubt the day would've lasted all week
Unless there's a way to buy arrows
That will damage the creeps on the bleak
Way back to find all your Sparrows

Mary Pickford you looked so fine
Saving babies all of the time and
That's where some draw the line
Of greatest for what sometimes been band

Banded together like outfits brave
That teach us all to finally shave
Unless they're climbing all over the cave
And making a movie is all the rave

The rage I mean to say it
For now we often felt bit