Pop Sonnet #820

Great news about the inner workings
Of my soul's cafe transplant
Cannot stop with the smirking
You know I really can't

And if after all the sheepish drawl
Feels up my sentiment forward
Waiting for no one to call
Makes me thank the Lord

For all that time I used to borrow
And however it has been spent
Still regret stupidity but gone tomorrow
Don't you see why you've been sent

And the ground will always ground you
Like a left over feeling that is good to renew

Pop Sonnet #821

Seems like such a let down
That I've given all the higher
Maybe there is a dressing gown
Hanging on the wire

Love is as a directed film rights
Offering the best of all possibilities
Of the world for mites
That dance for joy and lost abilities

Bring back some kind of joy to life
When everything is new
And pull out the thing that rife
Childhood maybe grew

Into the idle lust that controls your manipulate
Can't even argue when you lose the whole big plate

Pop Sonnet #822

Trust me, I've been working hard
On something like a book
Full of memories for the guard
Will take before you took

And look around there's like a phone
Dangling from the mount
Time will have to remove the bone
Like a gunshot that you count

Because once in awhile the things you want
Are not the things you own
But that is just as clever as the front
The frontispiece a bone

Of an elk or deer or something with
Antlers that complete your legendary myth

Pop Sonnet #823

There shouldn't be a problem
With quick decision making
Keep all of those valuable gems
Unless the mail is taking

That priceless thing you sent off once
In awhile you focus on it
That way when you feel like a dunce
You gloat in a form of sonnet

Because you will one day write
The key to all these images
That remain so lost at night
But without your visages

That take a problem like your stork
About a dozen times to the cork

Pop Sonnet #824

So quick to spread out things
That took upon themselves
Whatever you've been making
To impose on that which delves

That simple plan to combat thieves
Those that know you from the past
What can be taken time to leave
And please do sign my cast

Because if it breaks in half
I will be all completely fucked
Take for instance the cure of calf
The beast they should have bucked

That sympathy reminds you of the time you have forgot
I think that really I've been saying quite a lot

Pop Sonnet #825

Yes it still hurts the small of my back
When bending over a key board
But it is for what I have a knack
So go for it until you've scored

That spreadsheet vacates all the number
Memorabilia you dive in
Take extra time to get that slumber
Maybe you will go to the drive in

Someday before it closes
Make sure there's a dozen memos
And a dozen roses
To make a woman feel the demos

That were full of gold
Making movies isn't as easy as the cold

Pop Sonnet #826

To warm up just a little for
The Dancer in the Dark
Stay enjoying lick her more
The feeling that it is stark

Because you could handle
Eternalizing veins
Light up an ESP candle
And give yourself the grains

Of salt that was exactly needed
For the new generated publicity
All those warnings you have heeded
To the different wave of audacity

That permeated the place for finding tides upon their back
That tied up the saddle to get the saddle back

Pop Sonnet #827

Goes a bit faster after a bit of good news
Sorry so much went wrong
The day you freed the dos
And don'ts from growing so long

And take for instance that may last
Upon the sifted door
That takes awhile to see past
The spiking of the core

And impetus doth trail you
About a second dime
That stole back philosophic crew
About a third or fourth time

That still will warn you that more reading
Of the arc lamp emulsions you'll be needing

Pop Sonnet #828

All I do is wash my hands
Then later they feel dry
But it is better to clean your sands
Than to curl up and die

Because at least a reason reached
A gallon overdue
That maybe sometimes was the preached
Making it run through

The coast is gaining back a galaxy
Of spectator sports
Time to jump into the Taxi
To get all the way to court

Where some will judge and some impose
A method about what she knows

Pop Sonnet #829

At least for once I quit again
That is the way to be
And sometimes crouched upon my shins
And write all that I see

Because even though alone
I feel so surrounded by wild life
The bus that takes out the drone
For acquiring the right

About a circumspect invasion
For the relative ambience
So anti-anxiety for the occasion
And cannabis in the seance

Because if you think I've lost my flare
I'll tell you I am breathing a lot more air