Pop Sonnet #870

Until I fix all my web pages
There's a way to make them flavor
Wise to seek the empty sages
Make due with what could curve the favor

Crop a simple note for the stopper
Can't eclipse a single vision
That will make a tiny dropper
Sink to feel a little derision

That came about when I feel good
Glad it is not really real
Better than you think it should
Be more than they can seal

In a hurry to be a pain in the ass
All that is left will be more crass

Pop Sonnet #871

Go back to the internet as soon as you can
Already had to hand in the sand
Sifts around as though it is plan
Did I really break up the band

Make a tired gesture for
The simple forgotten time for more
That kept you in the high school store
To open up a few more doors

That lead to somewhere
Make it happen
Sometimes it is a chair
That makes for mapping

That illustrates a finer point
Don't think I will share this joint

Pop Sonnet #872

Makes me mad that I can't change
The feeling I get from being low tech
As quiet as I am out ranged
By the old Emperor of soul trek

That shapeless mass that forms in a flash
Tripping over blindly photos
The way to orchestrate the hash
To make for awhile of doubtful dodos

The birds extinct, I know that much
Complicates the matter more
Don't think I can take a crutch
Until I leave out the other door

So give me an option to find a plan
Doing the best I very much can

Pop Sonnet #873

After awhile the song wears off
That hypnotized the entire crowd
And way up here in my old loft
Memories are now allowed

To boot they've torn a resident
Out of shade and guilt is charged
To discharge pain of president
Is copy to the barged

Right in and told me signs
About an absurd take
That complicated all designs
For what could be in the wake

The jet ski drives so much faster
That it never comes in last her

Pop Sonnet #874

Is that the best you could muster up
For the picture in the hazy
Don't drink out of plaster cup
Custer wasn't lazy

That feeling that a word or two
Will come flying back around
To take a position for the crew
And bite for further sound

That empty washer full of clothes
Damn you hit it on the nose
Once the whole team has arose
From the giant machines that doze

Over rocks and giant walls
Never making teams for calls

Pop Sonnet #875

As soon as I get done with this
I'll still have more to do
That is why it is remiss
To rush the whole way through

But I think that the words will flow
From life the font is pure
Not sure which way is left to blow
In the late demure

Or orchestrate a value loss
In the part time Jesuit store
Carry about thirty moss
That won't go out the door

Unless a crystal forces in
That tiny tiny tiny grin

Pop Sonnet #876

Tear up the gas that you have earned
Respect for dizzy mass of paint
Take it back to what is burned
Don't worry about what it ain't

Because there is an importer
Of pictures that I can't find
Unless I give you back a quarter
Of the lost deserted mind

That offered about seven jobs
To work them all at once
Don't think about a dozen slobs
Could wear the caps of dunce

That offering that keeps around
The meal inside the clever sound

Pop Sonnet #877

So in a rush I write the most
Does that make me so great
Without a level I'd be host
To the way to stay up late

That empty card of ostracized
The feeling that your here
Just don't wind up paralyzed
From switching the wrong gear

In place the record shows you lose
No matter when you douse
That phony crew of major snooze
Alarm in the old house

That shredded operations of the giant man
And lessened the proper feeling of the can

Pop Sonnet #878

At last the time has come up short
To take an open teleport
And dropping in on People's Court
Without the question to abort

That tiny feeling kicks at you
Enough of your remorse
That feeling that it is all through
And open for the course

That charade of nicknacks in the call
Making us feel that we can
Still tear down the pointless wall
Feeling when you ran

That way this way what's the use
And lock up the room that has the noose

Pop Sonnet #879

Not enough will ever be
Just trace back your care
Just maintain your sympathy
And keep on the longing stare

Because in awhile the picture mounts
Where pictures ought to be
A ride to take a lot of founts
Back to the stage of sea

That ship will sail if nothing more
Manages to launch
Wait for something else to core
The slouching in the haunch

And complicate the rhythm checked
Just make sure you don't get wrecked