Pop Sonnet #840

Rolling off the top of my head
Made a clever observation about
One day how you will wind up dead
So survive for as long as you shout

The detailed progression of the phase
Internalized the counter
Got to beg my boss for a raise
And then you've got to mount her

On the wall next to the place
Where understanding all
Can reestablish any trace
Wander down the hall

Nowhere to go except to class
And then maybe later back to mass

Pop Sonnet #841

Favorable the wine that pleases
Empty vacuum ready for the dust
And wonder upon the thing that seizes
Without knowing what you must

That reliance upon the tick
Of the Greenwich time zone recipe
Once in awhile you will pick
And bring your sweater back to me

The lost operation of guiltless debt
Has bummed another cigarette
And priceless dropped off at the vet
Trading in my older TV set

About that time I monitor close
The feeling that you know the most

Pop Sonnet #842

Careful chosen that is a design
The migration of the time we want
You so ever ride the line
And return back to the old front

Because now so ahead of the game
|Makes you wonder for awhile
That nothing is quite after the same
Even if there is the style

Of cruising around and going forth
On your journey's fresh
Make sure to tell your South from North
And gently have a thresh

At your daydream daisy hidden way behind the fruit
Offer to a daisy that you simply will not boot

Pop Sonnet #843

Walking back to the gift I saw
That was abandoned when
There was always a small flaw
Just to know where you've been

And furthermore I'd like to plead
About the diver's sauces
Come what may you will not bleed
For someone else with crosses

That reaches ever gently back
Into eternal buckle
And pauses for the dream in back
Of actors in the suckle

Of the about to win a decent chunk
Of change left somewhere on my bunk

Pop Sonnet #844

Never sacrifice quality
For quantity too true
What about the enmity
When I bargain with you

Frustrate empathy when the mix
Is left open to the score
About to dash the feeling Styx
The boatman open's doors

On the river where you float
Around and sometimes back
In case hell takes your goat
And leaves behind the sack

Of fresh grocery when you aren't a stranger
I can sense a lot less danger

Pop Sonnet #845

The thing I'd like to argue about
Is how much bread is left
You can take a safer route
And hoist up the heft

That would fall upon us
In the repetition wake
That lead you to dust
Separate but fake

That feeling that your torched
On only edibles
The feeling that your scorched
That bread is bills

Man you could have listened in
The facts would promote a world without sin

Pop Sonnet #846

And other miracles approach
The choice of making her
Want to sit with you in coach
The jacket made of fir

And even if you said excuse me
Cutting off is rude
Unless you've waited all day plea
To be a better dude

The kind that takes responsible lessons
To heart and mind and soul
And revives all the mixed up sessions
Turns out there is a whole

World out there just waiting for the ambulatory sound
That migrates frequently above and below the ground

Pop Sonnet #847

About that time the offer stood
To represent your words of promises
Whether it would do much good
Unearthing shadows of remiss

That feeling dissipates a lot
More than you bargained for
And save it for the shot
The game of pool indoors

Because after all the heat inside
Is ready for the warmth too
Of all the opposite in guide
Books that skip weather in the glue

That pages kept shut unturned for isolation
The very reason that is okay to keep your ratio ration

Pop Sonnet #848

A long way down, a long way up
Either way you have a lot
To sift through making the erupt
For that which is now bought

The growth of eternal happiness
Comes to the ones that love
And sometimes even campiness
Impresses from above

The simple cart that packed it all
From parking lot to store
Maybe you can rebuild a wall
Without burning anymore

Because once in awhile
You felt the controlling dial

Pop Sonnet #849

Never wanted you to be victorious over me
But now that it happened it is how it will always be
Whatever angle you have rejected to see
Will not have made us all buckle to agree

At least impressive channels are banded round the clock
That took a new horizon back to keep in the dock
And now I think I know where I left my other sock
After awhile you listen to classical as much as to the Rock

That silver girded female flair of imposition gained
About the time that lost the best in empty for the stained
Full of moments operating in the all ingrained
That is why I felt the ultimate in pained

Past tense did you notice matched the verse
Whatever I can do for you to lift your burden curse