Pop Sonnet #710

Mouth is burnt to a crisp again
Doing favors for the bust
That last second for what is in
Relieves history for the trust

Separate days of raids gone null
And void is halfway ripped
Way too much, now I am full
Before my gums are chipped

With food so hot, it'll leave a scar
A desperate Slight Case of Murder
Laughs a lot with or without mar
That frozen hell for deserters

That company halts your favorite tune
Whisper will you stay till June

Pop Sonnet #711

Lock down is a scary choice
Robots making robots money
Returning it to human boys
For the way that time is funny

Or at least the scare tactic
Of the film Snake Pit
At least I brought my prophylactic
The courage of the fit

Comfortable money changers leave
When the man gets a bit upset
Maybe after all you'd grieve
For using parapet

That shouldn't be discussed at all when working on the next
At least I waited half the day for that imported text

Pop Sonnet #712

So full of food, I could burst open
But I ditched Caffeine's nice thought
Maybe if I put some soap in
So stuck up I forgot

To splay around the fisher's dome
A main in English wages
For the folds that take a chrome
Full of profit's pages

That are for looking at the glass
Which folds up to a mass
And leaves a laceration clean
Against the ways of class

That checks apparently will cash
And time to cook up corned beef and hash

Pop Sonnet #713

Maybe there's a way to the cross
That has not been thought of yet
A longing for the days that moss
Will hang down from the vet

That find a way to kill the mold
Growing on the lips
Of cancer sticks that lost their Gold
Those sticks that save good slips

Of why I don't think I could preach
About the things you do
Because for now I am so breach
That you would not be you

Again I think after awhile the sense
Is come upon for a fence

Pop Sonnet #714

At least a slow operation works
To get to where you go
Even if it is filled with jerks
You simply wouldn't know

What to think until you are told
What to think again
Don't think smaller is the cold
That teed off for the thin

That eats away at exercise
For the time I'm holding back
Upon your common theme surprise
That looks for the attack

And powerful positions tend to put you in your place
Maybe back so long ago I'd tie you for the face

Pop Sonnet #715

On the way back down it is obvious now
That darkness will be included this
Feeling only slightly better somehow
That flute that has been something amiss

The comfort in the conditional
That makes for codes translucent
And always been traditional
Without a problem use it

Or lose it mister, time to be less insane
For a word that creates stigma too
So let your brain heal your brain
With plenty of the follow through

Transforming for the long
And feeling very wrong

Pop Sonnet #716

For awhile appearances left tangled my old dark
The way to slowly tell the story of appearances been shared
And after all the scrimmage was held for the old spark
That flame will burn across the forest unless someone has cared

Because a bear that is made of stuffing
Puffs you in the shade
And make something out of nothing
The thoughts you have obeyed

In a circle of thine presence for the whole that knocks
A restaurant of floating scrapes that tie up Easter's clocks
And reprimand that jealous moon about to suffer blocks
From porridge to the kettle that food simply rocks

And rolls across the ways we define the life of man
About for now we'll push away and stretch out with a fan

Pop Sonnet #717

All year I toil at this manuscript, so words can come alive
Right about the ways in which
We like to make a dive
And revive the older witch

That took a seen right down
Funny how the drugs have stayed
In spite of my hand's defied around
But I never ever betrayed

The ones that sold the dope
For an experience I have lived alright
The love of dangling rope
Last until another night

And keeping the open minded presence popping like a pop
That's the only way I know of that can make it stop

Pop Sonnet #718

Not too far to ask of you to stop the type for slave
That could have been so much quicker
If that was only in a fancier moment for the enclave
Looked nice from afar born in the thicker

Time that spells your name
Don't worry until the ringing same
Comes questioning your dried up fame
And takes a wave or two to tame

Handled baggage for the claiming less to be a moisture fleece
Causality in the longing for a ditch of all the water flow
That never wants to admit that it has ever been with the niece
That traveled far enough to go for the show

A catatonic whisper for the later in the day
A catatonic feeling that is headed right your way

Pop Sonnet #719

Maybe not on a roll as much as I'd admit
Following the path of logic far as I can get
Never turn this into an orgasm that will fit
Probably will whither lips into a blackened kit

That dehydrates you all the time
It is what it is and is not
The way I spent my silver dime
In company forgot

That once awhile panic stricken curses flap their mouths
Wondering if anyone is left to save
That misses you in south's
Company of men that are brave

But why fight anyone at all
When there's so much beauty in the whole of the call