Pop Sonnet #910

Not sure what order this goes
In case you were wondering
And take back wicked throws
Of cosmical vortex preferring

The mental state of absolute
Whether pure is abstract at all
Your job is not to convolute
The pressure of the hall

That airless chamber in the ship
Never worries about the child
Can't fantasize over a trip
Ending up so very mild

But I see why sushi works
For all the other quirks

Pop Sonnet #911

Post a note that does design
Post it right here on my mind
Leave it there so I may find
Tomorrow to do what is kind

The things I need reminded for
A simple journey out the door
And progress comes around the floor
That hurries up positioned more

The absolute best of the thrill
And chewing up my ready pill
Hope that we have left the sill
Away from top to bottom drill

The last thing on my mind is emergent
Call an extra booking agent

Pop Sonnet #912

Got through it without a reason
Every time I look downstairs
And sometimes here I feel the freezing
Got to fix your easy chair

And now it works so you feel good
Separate the entity out again
That is the place where you have stood
Been so long what has it been

Awhile that much I can tell
For the time that goes away
Until all that is brought to hell
Will fall back to what they say

Can't condemn what can't be sin
And that is quite the way to win

Pop Sonnet #913

Unless you feel like you could use a drink
Just don't spike me until it is time
And always stop to make you think
About how to save a mild dime

Dropping coin just want to turn it
Maybe someday coming fast
Reel her in, before you burn it
What is cast if really cast

But in a few I'll be back at school
Wondering which room to go to
Unless I follow that easy spool
Of threads that lead and really know

About what makes it happen here
Don't need too much for this habit year

Pop Sonnet #914

Whatever flung you from the bed
Is lighting up the entire grid
And furnishing the wire stead
But otherwise come back to bid

And seek the miles of flocking
Never mind the direction end
What do you think of someone mocking
Wherever you have got to send

The only thing that I understand
Is to go quite a ways back
If it happens, you'll get canned
Off that mild strike of knack

That wears off eventually
But affective it will be

Pop Sonnet #915

Doesn't matter that it broke
Until someone up and spoke
And you can numb it all with coke
The product better than what is smoke

All that resin that you had
Never went to waste
Because even if you felt bad
You knew it had a good taste

The way to cyclical rooms
But charge a bit for the cut
Whatever prophesy looms
About the will to a nut

That drops by on weekends
And really knows how to blend

Pop Sonnet #916

Wondering still what made it crunch
Mildly going out to lunch
Stop and smile at the bunch
When you gain a gainful hunch

That sends you back to the office square
With a simple lesson plan to compare
And now the nickel is in the air
To write a noun no matter where

And maybe next time the thrill
Leaves a simple wish behind
You would have to go there still
Without the button of rewind

And make for courage all the days
That you know your feeling stays

Pop Sonnet #917

Make sure to be quick to forgive
Dropping subjects when you can
And that is a nice way to live
Saw the up and master plan

Without a level to be rising
Constant is the effort here
Resize all that should be sizing
Up the impact with the year

Of things that change so fast
Nothing is quite built
To run on forever at last
But don't trade that statement for guilt

Because you'll be sure when your ship comes in
Unless that robot hums again

Pop Sonnet #918

Winding down about a raise
Winding up the feeling stays
Can't catch only half a craze
But you know we have our ways

And also what you thought had occurred
Apparently was an apparition
The creamer is good when barely stirred
And it is hard doing long division

But good for the brain to keep it at work
Just awhile longer for today
And after all the effort clerk
Is about to memorize the way

Of course a short cut will do for now
Hold on to the memory how

Pop Sonnet #919

Can you do what you must not
That is what I often thought
After awhile it will be bought
And then when catching should be caught

The day drags on a few of the hours
Caught in memory prism here
And lining up to take the showers
Could be enough for a wild tear

To grow a plant all by the drops
Of what cruises by the shops
And what poses at the stops
When there's pressure in the flops

Which I wouldn't wish on anyone
Especially achieving by the stun