Pop Sonnet #640

Dancing is silly for those that can't keep a beat
But you keep on dancing anyway street
Is closer when painful guts are in the fleet
Of a new beginning on the private treat

That scored an adjustable paragon now
Full of a license investigate flowers
That carried the problems for a minute or how
Someone could carry you back to the hours

And in minutes from soon
I'll be where I need to be
When the bite is bitten rune
Sees it where all company

Changes for bites of the Apple that sins
Makes us feel stranger when nobody begins

Pop Sonnet #641

After awhile, it straightens up the waves
Comfortably vibrant to start up the thing
That could go out in a celibate staves
Off pollution when holding a ring

When we get back to the states
Our funds may dry all
Presidential license plates
That field looking wall

That places a memory inside of a drink
And lessons affordable when they might sink
Back into a performer that Hoffman paid shrink
For leveling up all the ways that we think

And until the day that war comes to an end
Just remember that you have so many friends

Pop Sonnet #642

Rocket your bunch of trust in the miles
That celebrate victories after a whiles
And snub an old grammar cop in the old guiles
That furnish a poet with what makes you smile

Gobble it up the furnisher polish
Stay in school, graduate complete
Full of the days that we all miss old college
And making sure that the stage is set replete

A scheme, yes I see it, the process we know of
Simply leaves a whole lot more to show up
And won't write about anything except making love
To a nice looking woman that now is at the cup

Full of shots that make time go by
In case we had fun, I just cannot lie

Pop Sonnet #643

So register quickly while you can now
Find all the problems you'll want to work out
Cannery agent that quickly so flow
Watching the sun orbit when we find about

The face that can turn effortless from thunder
Don't take anymore fruit from asunder
Dry up and empty out the package of wonder
And make sure to return every piece of the plunder

But don't come a blaming when it is your designing
Can't keep all the levels of planning from fining
And the small clock on your shelf is still chiming
Making for antidotes in the lining

Comfort the quick shot that brick comes to get
Don't know how many pints you should let

Pop Sonnet #644

We always feel for the ways of our famine
Unless close to home progresses us for
A witch on the coast of the heavy backgammon
That polishes windboards full of the score

That heavily laden of impetus waller
Returns to the kitchen to slice up the bread
But when the tortilla wraps all of the dollars
Of meat and vegetables that allow the old said

What makes you run towards a point on the implore
For feelings of rice and bone in the floor
That stepping eternally non-narrative core
That expresses anything and everything paid for

The amplification is taking awhile
Leftover leftover for about a mile

Pop Sonnet #645

Sometimes in the abstract, it feels we need help
Diadem markets the simpler signal flame
That shoots off a dignity impetus whelp
And kidneys are hanging from out of the frame

And talk this thing over, or else someone might
Invite you over tomorrow night
Leaves you feeling less scared with a night light
Winning you over for burning man kite

That chalks up the recipe without a hitch
Time for the flames to be still
Sometimes I think I get by with a glitch
In the words I choose to the fill

Up a good number of reminders
Toss it up ever so high for the blinders

Pop Sonnet #646

So now I nudge gently the directional line
That dances in timing for makeshift align
And buries the bomb in a manmade twine
That comforts the Room that is here to malign

The only way in is the only way back
Suffer so gently a mile for a tack
That rests the case of a darkened old black
Eye that comes staring briefly brought smack

Which tears us all up as far as it goes
And empties the relevant dance for the blows
That simply bring back the haunted piece pose
Believing in what the history books shows

That someone or something has come to our rescue
And Easter approaches find time for the blessed cue

Pop Sonnet #647

Not so fast, thought so far, as you dance with the broom
Found out the objected felt for the fancy loom
That restarts you simply by grazing the womb
With empty times thoughts of a birthday that is soon

Because the less of the bad you contribute this life
Gone away ever do you want
Less of the time we can afford the Big Knife
To pull us back to the front

And lyrical I don't think breaking down
Causes a problem of linkage toiling
Frightened of heavily armed you background
Player 'neath the spoiling

Of the way, that we live in comfort now
Full on illustrative memories that plow

Pop Sonnet #648

Through the old field that we plan on taking care of
Right now I'd be surprised if anyone was aware of
The victory promised to back out in grade thoughtful above
Please there's no need to push or to shove

When wearing the day out for a purposeful morrow
More fun is to be had constructing this arrow hand
Without a wreckage that disappears Fargo
A movie or a place or way to wrist band

That covers you ever so nicely for this
Is something I'd thought of to make a full cyst
That may need some attention, just not to be missed
The entire station of feelings get wished

At a wishbone that broke on my side
Still think of anything that you'd like to hide

Pop Sonnet #649

Rounds out for the way that I feel you get fresh
Keep on keeping on, a parking pranced catch
That cooked up a helping or two of the sesh'
Which poses the last place needing scratched

Running around in the prison made way
Finding the freedom has always been and will be
Sometime in Summer sweep spectacular say
That holds onto the deeds that thrill me

Or chills to the bone even when it is warm
Someday I'll drive you to notice the form
Someday you'll miss out on a needed rain storm
Then when you dry up you'll close the old dorm

For we can't break into your fear of your homework
Which is a substantial fear for the soda jerk