Pop Sonnet #750

Where does the stream go of video storage
That runs out of room for anything but
After awhile there is a shortage
The rest remains permanently cut

Or is it temporary to know that
Anything can cycle back in
For what is left for the Old Hat
Is kept alive in a video storage bin

That samples a nice montage of saved
The very thing is not when erased
Sometimes it takes the closest of paved
Road trips for the Mind raced

Back to the pictures of Blaise Pascal's last day on Earth
Rossellini directed and knew for the worth

Pop Sonnet #751

Time to go rushing through days work of ending
Every once in awhile you will see me friending
Under the light that refractors were bending
And everyone else had the courage to vending

A nicely kept time for a nicely kept apartment house
Even if the residents were related
Even though I used to get soused
Someone else what would you rate it

That old turn table looks useful again
Bet your ass you could spin an old record
And I think that is exactly why you have been
The first ever I learned was a G chord

That strings together nicely the spot of the chief
And sometimes in Chinese Food you'll find the hot beef

Pop Sonnet #752

When you find what you like, you can stick to it
Take the iced up wall spell
That comforts you when there's more to get
Don't be the one that deflected the well

Of dreams of souls of making it work
A thousand locks to the treasure
But for now it snaps to the perk
Of cleaning up the last measure

Of platitudes that shine like they glow
Understand the press for now knows
Don't know why the scape up wind blows
Keeping things over the rose

That bushed out crazy in old May
Why we treat April with kindness everyday

Pop Sonnet #753

The climb today feels higher than right
To simple dine for the strategy cause
Always seem to write in the light
And almost feel the need to press pause

But when you go on without a short break
Feels kind of empty but nor really fake
The last time I told you not to take
A sample that withers into the make

The mild of peppers that are for the pan
Got quite a head rush form all of the clan
That were invasive to lie in the sand
Bury me bury me up to the hand

Because that way I won't be able to go
At least for now there are a few things you know

Pop Sonnet #754

I am in the way of where you would drive
The last time you insist you turn up alive
This is the place where the working men thrive
Once in awhile the place for the hive

Will shatter your instinct Into the Wild
Making sure that the title is resonating
And return to me that thing you have filed
About the pleasant type of carbonating

Understand that the bubbly old soda
Replaces my old love for booze
Thought it might moisten down my throat or
Attacked the liver with feeling to snooze

In my lounge chair, all I can do
Learn to live with it carry a few

Pop Sonnet #755

So if you find you've got problems with that
Finding out if you cruised for the hat
That wasn't empty and feeling less fat
To be organized neatly over technician stat

That poignantly left a good feeling for this
Ever so comforted been in the disc
For the giving of prizes that work in the mist
That may not have formed for the phone in the risk

Makes your head spin from dizziness
Choose carefully type flux
Take care to remember those that are business
And sharped up the old graceful crux

That seemed ever so much like a cross
Don't you know that you are the boss

Pop Sonnet #756

Jumping from one to the next makes me realize
Once in a while it slips and catches
Try to masquerade in another type of guise
And runs around lifting latches

That try to be glorified even when asleep
A system of mojo in the glance
Might as well tell me why they have to weep
A part that you'll take for a dance

Dancing with cute girls and sometimes dance ugly
Not very nice to even call it that way
Because most everything has beauty for snuggly
Dreams will come back to the day

That riled you up as much as you can get
Just only had a very minor old fit

Pop Sonnet #757

That didn't break up, the point of a letter
Could have found my favorite green sweater
Could have soon enough learned to ditch and forget her
And make a scene for the hotties that came with the debt here

That spotted old owl that perches
Don't know if that is even possible for an ideal
Nature has it's own popular churches
That never bring back a fifth meal

Any way you get hungry once in awhile
Try to spin it is in the style
Of a lesson planned for Sunday's the mile
That takes me to lyrical treatment of tiles

That show a hand print from an old friend of mine
This chair is so nice but don't dare to recline

Pop Sonnet #758

Still pushing on and speeding it to the end
Found out the way you had to grow out
Of a blown up radio aware of the message they send
That makes a target of throw outs

The course of the paper flew down to the trail
Said to save everyone for games of the flail
That caught me in spirit for the old faulty hell
Which showed me the way back to the camp in the mail

That map that got used in directional planes
Set up a black out for pushing on brains
That old feeling of flexing your cerebellum for gains
Of the places that never get used stem feigns

For a black out could have knocked out
That old way to push yourself into the trout

Pop Sonnet #759

That were caught fishing with ease
But were they just caught for the release
Unless you burned them over a fire for threes
That made the lemon fish taste better cease

For there's a controversy in eating the living
Organisms that fill up with worms
When not frozen or cooked the larva is giving
The meat becomes infested with germs

Bacteria and things you'd rather avoid
These days though feel a lot less paranoid
And every time I check my thyroid
The results are okay very nicely employed

So let us head to that place down the street
A Taxi ride later to hopefully greet