Pop Sonnet #860

Switching modes to longer last
Out write every once in awhile
Make sure that the rod is cast
Iron in the filled up file

That coast for bread the makeshift appear
Holding on to everything
And the dream is another lesson year
Where guardians come dancing

In and propagate learned fears
That is why I could not wait
Holding them all so sincere
Brother knows I can relate

To what you go throw and there have been
Many times to show you would spend

Pop Sonnet #861

Not looking back, can't see too far ahead
After all you still look alive
Or maybe you have become undead
The force of nature when you drive

And still remember crockery
Upon the ladle spoon
Avoid each other mockery
How long to be a goon

And represent that total bang
That longing would forsake
Invite the whole damn gang
You should have paid for a fake

Unless it is all real and then
Grabbing on to your left shin

Pop Sonnet #862

Now I feel so very high
I wonder if it lasts
To feel that feeling of the cry
And hoisting it in masts

That problem there are at least two
Schools for us to land in
And just because I know of you
Does not mean that there's more Gin

When you used to go away
I got as much as I could drunk
Now I already feel the way
So tired on my bunk

Of course I'm feeling pressure too
That is the way the object flew

Pop Sonnet #863

To abandon is nocturnal sport
That punched when spared at all
Landing in an infinite port
And shopping at the mall

Because what would life be
Without the spoils of a battle
Still wouldn't be too bad to see
That is brains that are rattled

At least you feel good
But I need a break
Of course I've had brood
From just a mistake

And seizing upon that evidence now
Shoved in your face no matter quite how

Pop Sonnet #864

Blunt as a blitz of repair log
That fake time that I wrote
So it would stay smooth as cog
The spoke that was smote

Over time it makes the channel too
Appear to those as fun
The digital will fix the clock clue
To match what has been done

And map a territory could excite
The isles of the faded blue
Or do I mean wight or white
Because I absolutely feel through

The paper bag is getting soggy
And after awhile this gets foggy

Pop Sonnet #865

I remember when I went blind writing
The hold fast tenor note
That made it look a bit inviting
Don't know the feeling like a float

Device that saves you from the plane
Right now courage is on order
How long will I stay all sane
When I am about to reorder

From beginning to end
Even backwards it is the same
Practice building in pretend
Of what can see the game

That travels a lot from here to there
Ans stuck in bed for fantasy fare

Pop Sonnet #866

At least the device can help it grow
Stopped the ache of lantern switch
A mess of flowers in a row
So lovely that you shouted bitch

At the guy that looked like he had been
Already way too far that could
Never really want to be in
Without whatever feeling should

That corpse is pricier tomorrow
Got to get while the getting is good
Unless you have built up the borrow
From a whirlwind empathetic wood

That buries microphones in the set
Making all of us forget

Pop Sonnet #867

Nowhere near where I want to be
But this is quite alright with me
Leave it up to time that flees
The corset build back for the knees

That knock together like the boots
Couldn't feel the maker did
What team would you place your roots
Double meaning it is kid

And find out nicely that the rain
Spanish raises onward
Could have frosted for the pain
In what channel had guard

A lot to bargain for the win
But I think it is worth it then

Pop Sonnet #868

Greater than a whimsy plane
Operating numbers all the way down
About to see the oldest grain
Of sand made of the golden crown

That returned to dust this very day
Because the king had lived long
About a thousand feelings say
In fact was still alive so wrong

To assume that anything bad
Could happen to almost anyone
Unless it was so very sad
To watch a young man come undone

For the beats in the background that press on
Now I know it is dead by dawn

Pop Sonnet #869

Love this number, love the time
That we spent together
Making more of my words rhyme
Without the crummy weather

That is Spring, but yet so cold
In this misty air space
Helps to grow a bit more bold
Less than making it a case

Of looking around and memorizing
What is here and there
Could just be quite mesmerizing
As a haunted stare

So look into the darkness what do you see
Another kind of darkness looking back at me