Pop Sonnet #670

Thought bubbles form aground next right
We turn to take a directional glance
Got something else in my sight
The dizzy days at chance

Because when the fact of guilt
Comes writhing back in droves
My aching heart doth wilt
And hoping to smell some cloves

To fallen to someplace that ever fictive in a truce
Taking back another time that infinitely juice
And taking back what you said before I call the noose
Take the gold form from the top the drying of the sluice

Making people conform could lead to your downfall
At last the day is coming back to wear a hard lost call

Pop Sonnet #671

As long as someone else is counting, then I'll be okay
Storming in the written verse whatever comes my way
Recycle for the twist of every handle that can play
Wrote a musical note in G for the way we all can say

What severs heads that aren't attached unless they come again
And just take a second martini that is made of Gin
Someday you may really have to fight to fucking win
And be not ashamed of your demeanor when the freezer is in pen

That took a jacket off in the hottest day so far
Because you probably wouldn't want to have to be a star
A system of promises that light the candy bar
Up in flames for the cycle that day will just make par

A lost system of connection on the computer screen
Just how far do you really think that you could even lean

Pop Sonnet #672

Generate the progress of a word of system here
Be annoyed by the fallen ways of the old words in ear
Shoot when looking at the picture in the old mirror
And be afraid for old time sakes that youth would turn the year

Back to the beginning of a childish habitat
That anguishes to pull it off
And sometimes you'll find a master's hat
Lest you may hear a scoff

Because it is okay when there's people that are searching for the laws
Handle it forever when you just want to go press pause
And it is okay to print warning labels unless there is a cause
Don't avoid the way to happiness when material applause

The items that will hold you back and simply feel okay
Unless the scrubs don't fit you when the driest dyad may

Pop Sonnet #673

Maybe there's a way out of a scary old boot camp
And make sure to take awhile in the dread of the old damp
Rag that came to wipe away the dirt off of your lamp
And built the biggest, meanest, gnarly and gigantic ramp

That will ever trick you into thinking you'll remain air born
For all the time it takes for you to even warn
And you know you love to eat the tasty Golden Corn
That probably comes back to haunt you early in the morn

That old tricked up horse and carriage ride in a buggy
Never mind how cold it is, when it could be muggy
A thinker's time to quite again will sell you for the chug he
Cannot stop thinking about the addictions in the rug he

Doesn't want to trade this life for any other life
That about sums it up when candle on the fife

Pop Sonnet #674

No need to make it seem like we are all just in a rush
Never have to separate the miles in the hush
Maybe there's a way to make it back for the old lush
That panders to the empty handed thrown out in the crush

Of simply denying Muse of Voice that cannot even stare
Choosing words that feel more like the way to really care
And just make sure that my meat is not too rare
Sometimes I wish I could sit around and hang in your fancy lair

That makes a mistake of pillaging the proper day of con
When you feel a thorn in your side and everyone is gone
And you could be a Science Fiction maniac for Tron
Just make sure to be lazy long after the hour of dawn

Because rest is integral for the system to awake
And now I think I've found a worthwhile theater to take

Pop Sonnet #675

So I thought that I was really doing fine, and so I am
Maybe there's a fairy tale that can be told on a whim
And now I am coughing up ever so much phlegm
Now that I quit smoking, it feels like time is caving in

On itself for musical chairs is hilarious but could
Lead to everyone tripping and falling
Operative been too hear another plan that would
Never mind if now you are back to calling

The logic point of interest where all things come together
Finding out a lot of syntactical error
Relies on making sure that they can keep their verses severed
And one day you'll see how hard it is to be a Paul Bearer

The maniacal plan to keep you happy works for me away
Guess there's emptying the planned words that can take the only way

Pop Sonnet #676

Close is never close enough my sympathy is near
For items that can only be
The way to bottom simply keeps generating fear
As if you have to be born again to really invisible see

That is a point of argument that never will resolve
Unless you hold on tightly to what never
Can seem to make it back and just simply involve
Maybe after awhile you'll begin to feel a bit clever

Woke up too slow and now I'm dizzy as a fried
Old man that can't hang on the what is in store for my head
Hold onto the year of planning in that important guide
Don't find out what could really be here instead

Because after awhile a symphony of magic comes racing through the mind
And only believe it is authentic when it has been signed

Pop Sonnet #677

I think after awhile all drugs start to wear off
Unless of course it works to be
Another hat was soft
Make a note of your last plea

Hang on to flack that tresses grew
Beneath the empty lead
Of blanks that silver plate of flu
Which never feels the bed

Of dreams that flow in and out but are random to the core
Making time to operate in sexual folk lore
And represent the way back through the far off old door
That comes in through the window of my group thing operate roar

That lost a backward message that felt better right away
And really like I ever could have made that angry girl stay

Pop Sonnet #678

Once in awhile I play presence for the left out bottom
Make time for frustration in the midst of the mind
Call it simply what it is, the peacefulness of Autumn
That derives a principle of flight for the things that you find

Out if there's a way to keep the lines all going
Never rewind the infant to remind him of his growing
Up is hard when all play is around flowing
Maybe in a gossip circle that is forward knowing

About what to get off your chest so you can feel so good
Emptiness is not always the rest to feel for mood
The house that came a crashing an hour later that was hood
Around the tire flattening last time we're in the food

That always seems to run out around the same time every day
And nitter-nats the live long, yes, all the live long play

Pop Sonnet #679

So watch out for that whole note that never praises when it shouldn't
Just take off the shirt that is wrinkled for you want but couldn't
Separation panic stricken feel that proof is putting it
Back when all the simple plans were stripped of advice wouldn't

A day be nice to invite the plan back finished off again
And simply reinvent the things that you were planning in
A planter of the flowers that were blowing in the wind
And answering the the phone that rushes back to be an end

Of softer magic that comes back and reminds me of the morrow
How it never gets easier to plan a day of poems
That keep on simply repeating all the same old sorrow
And remind us to keep busily working on our oldest tomes

So sink back into relaxation now that you've gone the mile
That requires of you to work on one thing you know your style