Pop Sonnet #760

Heaven is a mirror according to what is told
Never keep a diary for all to read
Unless you are ready to have the message sold
Of the things you have always done in private indeed

So the waves crash into each other a bit too soon
Complicated rings for the center of the pitch
And found an interesting marking on that interesting rune
Opium tainted the skull and love begins to stitch

That isolated logic of the best of all possible gifts
Scalier than trampled down a landmark in the sand
Sometimes when your spirit dampers, might quite lifts
To a higher place assortment kept you for demand

A proper symbol of the pleasure we may cease to share
Only one and all alone to be in quite the pair

Pop Sonnet #761

A contradiction that is right
But what more can you seem to prove
Being so comfortable with only one small light
And maybe the giant portal will steadily move

Back and forth across that gate of Europe's common thought
That transformed me into what I needed
Transformed me quite a lot
And it was all you have tread through reeded

Rivers that are teeming with local signs of biological specifics
Must have switched to Eastern TIme
Or maybe it was Pacific
That thought we travel to time zones makes us seem like we're time traveling in a line

Forgot that only ten words make for a regular way
Kept all of my other thoughts off hand and far at bay

Pop Sonnet #762

Pyramidal instigation of that conic sphere
Leave it all the way open
And the infinite is partially going to appear
Pick a hiding place to put all the dope in

That way you want get caught for shooting needles
Experimental waves of Gold
That always makes me want to listen to nothing but the Beatles
The records that we have all bold

To accept phenomena loose
Triggered a good feeling
And got me with a noose
Staring at the hallucinations on the ceiling

Or so they appear to be when changing all that shape
Better come to terms with mental games that you record to tape

Pop Sonnet #763

If that method still exists in public spheres
Couldn't seem to track down the light pole
And again I'm telling you the inspiration mirrors
The lights that flash for the new goal

Of turning in the evidence
That will crop up anyway
Crop circles near a fence
I've got a place to hide you away

That place that you can go just to get so very far
From all the things you'd like to be
And all the things you are
Walking around as far as possibly

Something else a mode of travel
Waiting to hear the sound of the gavel

Pop Sonnet #764

That sometimes booms in clouds in Spring
Really what is the meaning
After all a quick dive into the thing
The thing that just keeps gleaning

Off the rest of the run on thoughts
Without a chaser it will be impossible
To do all thirty shots
That you promised to do for Father Bill

Was a good man caught in the wrong game
For a moment relax
And we will all forget about his name
And no matter our gender we'll go make out in the stacks

Because life is too short not to give all
To possibly fizzle away but yet remain enthralled

Pop Sonnet #765

So there's still all kinds of mad bleach
In your system full of venom
And what we'd like to be is all so out of reach
Where else could you possibly send them

To a place that hears a bit of muse
Dandy is about the classic rules
But if you find the overarching ruse
That slows down the urgent tools

To even spare a dollar is a better way to be
Be without philosophy and you'll be without
The understanding of what it might be me
Really after awhile it is hard to find a safe route

The prison time is extra money but it may work
Extra caution taken when you creep about and lurk

Pop Sonnet #766

Keep blushing when you know you find love
That simple feeling extra cozy even in mistakes
So go ahead and fix the damn thing to freshen up above
Unless you like the strange accidents to be awake

To the aesthetic principles that captivate your fire
That vey thing that makes yo wish you would have been less dire
And exposed a human link to all the times you wired
Up that rope and after awhile you'll break for the sire

That cropped up after only a sip
Of Oceanic Arab coffee
A feeling that a lot of trips
Would turn out to a referee

A waste of time to make sure no one cheats
So there's other ways to that when you catch the catchy beats

Pop Sonnet #767

Sometimes it takes a bit longer for what is being composed
But that is okay after all as long as the words come
The last thing you want to happen is to feel like the whole thing proposed
In time you will accomplish what is left up to the Vodka or the Rum

The way that liquor settles you and smoking when you drink
I think that is the only way, the only way to think
And watch the camera always seems like the flash makes you blink
And if nothing else you'll wade where it is shallow not to sink

Into the water that is clear and shows your fitting grace
That elusive stairway climbing up the back of your face
And in a minute I will give you a whole new kind of race
That spills the liquid solvent from my cup that never chase

A holding solution for the crossword broken pencil now
That is the only thing that I will always allow

Pop Sonnet #768

Lord give me strength and recognition for my sacred art
That ofttimes reveals flaws and other things I wish were gone
The left over pictures that have elevated parts
And in a few more years I will probably grow a bit more fond

Of that which is right now hard to understand
But is worth engaging discourse over it
Unless it is the only place the ending has began
And if there is a way to simply reach for the kit

That is only thought of certainly at every single mass
To be a rigid purveyor of the time that comes at last
And fight the dogs forever because she's a gentle lass
That ties a know into the makeshift sail that is near the mast

So struggle through another day of working all the time
Join up with all the ways that your brain begins to rhyme

Pop Sonnet #769

About the joy about the fun that lasted for some time
Offer you a bit more help
When ruined by a crime
That netted in the tiny kelp

I'm afraid the Big Night is here
To feed a thousand extras
And teach you to go leer
Hideout in a death camp in Texas

The place where some are total dead
But I still really know of good people
That sometimes break their bread
Come from the land of the bigger steeple

No offense but I'd like to stop by
A drive in movie with a noted steakhouse nearby