Pop Sonnet #690

All the pressure comes closing in
On the day it all gets done
Rending solutions for the fin
That chases back to one

More detail duty on the spot
In the fragile box of hearts
Take time out for another thought
And imagine it all in the darts

That scattered left and right to brow
Beating back another kept
Living for the here and now
I can hear you all have wept

So chalk one more up to detail save
There is in a voice I crave

Pop Sonnet #691

Climbing ever so slow this makes
Spots to comfort zone that ends
Making the jukebox play the fakes
Because everyday new kinds of friends

Fix up a hot meal for luncheon soon
That flapjacks flip over back
Sitting here just like a lagoon
That pressures cries of feelings lack

And making some sets feel the bland
Once in awhile come back to roost
Lessons here are carefully planned
And about to get a big boost

From the drink of ages now
Cause I drink for the lost pow wow

Pop Sonnet #692

Don't have to force it if it won't go
Probably should already know
Sometimes feel you out for slow
Children spending for the low

Underneath that elongated staff
Out of all the things we need
Now you've cut it all in half
For the whiles that I open bleed

To vibrate back to lost or point
Vibrates in the slowest keen
Learned to make a situation joint
Underneath your used up spleen

That catches things from falling back
Ghetto bird flies over facts

Pop Sonnet #693

Cut the day for yolk in feed
That separates the polish
From the sample gentle lead
Therefore looking more like doll-ish

That danced around your open grave
Thought if you could change you would
Simply here to always save
Knowing that you are more than good

And sampling the rest of time
To hang up with my old line
So hang up on the precipice grime
That operates without a fine

In public there's no need for nuisance
Give it up for all your juices

Pop Sonnet #694

About to make further history soon
Been around the block in June
Now you see me all kinds of swoon
Going out to frustrate balloon

That rides the snake all day all night
Rides it like an escaped bill
That flies around like a kite
And offers to sample the feel

Of will when things get hard
Going for the final yard
Had to spy on the old guard
That makes us fear for old man card

And plays a trick on half to save
Fear the way we all have knaves

Pop Sonnet #695

Don't expect the way to be
Underneath your symmetry
That tangent of the way we see
Inundate the press for plea

That blows up the whole rising tide
And offers crimes that feel so chide
Making others want to hide
And tossing out the empty guide

A furnish for the recreate
Thought we'd watch films till late
And never find a hidden gate
That seems to be the one for Kate

That pleasant aroma of the day
Which works back letters for the way

Pop Sonnet #696

So maybe there's a price for two
That empty solemn such
That went to when a gentle true
Wearing last night's crutch

And if you think you have not had
The same kind of darkness inside
I'd be all kinds of freaking glad
That someone likes to glide

Past reserves that mount so far
Feeling guilty for not going on a trip
But here I know I catch for par
Another bloody lip

That's what happens you make out with who you want
The lips will hurt all day from stunts

Pop Sonnet #697

Don't be depressed, if you dare
Sometimes we get our way
For sympathy in big bug bear
That dug out for the tray

That chews on flesh the knot with knows
The way things often times should goes
Without a grammar for the blows
And feel a whole lot less of woes

That pardon for their old rehearsal call
Curtains collapsing nearby
Wait for the metal head to ball
At least he's seen the why

And wherefore and how'd you do
A simple day for all things true

Pop Sonnet #698

So close to the breaking points heard
Here we go down the line
Like to come in last if it ought to should
Not worry about the mine

That gives us Gold every pick
Operating very quick
Empty is my used up Bic
Lighter that I don't need trick

To stay off of the smoke wagon
When it approaches us all
Find out if I've been a dragon
Lead us on to coaches tall

Always staying in formation
All throughout man's creation

Pop Sonnet #699

Or did we all evolve to get here
Accidental processes yes
Feel a symbol of a where tear
Wears a big old timer bless

That curves you out to carve it
Does that mean they starve it
For the year that Larva gets
About to call it quits

For the day for the night
I simply cannot read
Much more when there's leftover light
And with you I will plead

Made it by the skin of my teeth
And tossed you out a total wreath