Pop Sonnet #970

Dreams run the course of sentiment
Where ever else you were sent
That is how often it is lent
And then you pick up the scent

Because clock on paper means to change
For the self imposed total mange
That sets about to oft derange
A quizzical matter strange

Episodic learn too quick
Tag a feeling comfort pick
Have an over bite to cow lick
And make sure it comes through the stick

Up to force the money in your pocket
Later your light will unscrew from the socket

Pop Sonnet #971

Really to stop and criticize
Would help in every formalize
That awaited skull will be the prize
Of the combatants that neutralize

A poem that will lie on the back
Of the sting in the attack
Let me know how far you crack
That makes it realize the lack

Of deadly aim approach the moth
That flees like a left over paunch
And conquering a bit of sloth
To overcome the haunch

That made up on the spot would play
Except the course to run away

Pop Sonnet #972

Feels so wrong to descend the plea
Offering to get you supper here
Can't figure out what more to see
Against the odds that sheer

Precipice of luck would draw
Empty lick the final straw
Up and at them at the flaw
That nicotine gum of which I gnaw

Because the worst may be over now
But I feel that retread plow
To partake in sympathy row
Wonder what is to allow

The sinking paradise of men
Take it there or take it then

Pop Sonnet #973

Waiting for that chemical mix
To prepare the day to fix
Woke up in the night to sticks
That eternal vortex in the quicks

Make for time a dream was lost
What else did it really say
Sure to keep it in the cost
Of the willies in the day

That attitude of forger went
About to an owl of desire
Which stilled the little illustrate gent
Of what was lost in the mire

And creeping back up the wall
There would be an open stall

Pop Sonnet #974

Think it is easy but it makes
A tiny bit of bowl confused
That suffers until needing breaks
Shakes the hall of the now used

When hypnosis kicks in again
Find your sleep will come soon
But the smashed up state I'm in
Will lessen over time in June

A month away the silent movie fest
Never promotes a day of rest
Only seem to watch the best
And wear the two day old vest

Because after all why change if comfortable true
The lesson should have been more clear to you

Pop Sonnet #975

Discover walls of writing words
In the cracks of always
That paper figure of the tiger herds
The catch of the plays

Never went to frustrate
The time of disarray
And to check it out when late
Really have to stay

Exactly where you are for a number of years
Speed up and deliver the shears
To the conniving of the gears
That through it into panic rears

About that book when will it end
I guess for awhile you will pretend

Pop Sonnet #976

Keep that often kicking through
Now I can see why it skipped
Though there may be potent too
A time would never have flipped

Unto the rocking dance of death
Not bad when you see your hair
And take a look at the mirror breath
Underneath the long winding stair

The case that joint will see the most
Unless there is a probable host
That affords the simple roast
Take it back to meet the coast

And auto write when best you can
That will settle down the fan

Pop Sonnet #977

Forgot there is a CD to go
But for what is left
For us to set apart the show
And cause the feeling theft

That register I looted from
And never paid back a cent
There was never anything dumb
That I can invent

Unless the maximum effect
Comes back feeling like it is wrecked
Then I will just press eject
And fly through the sect

Of cults that form around ideas and wiles
That will convince the little child

Pop Sonnet #978

Left it up to you to get
Was that choice of dusting maker's mark
Meanwhile you could have only set
The light switched off to dark

That kept me awake in the lateness
Of the dancing sheep
That was the way I felt the fate miss
In the crockery

Of a wish that separated noise from above
That only way to get there was through the feeling gets
Stripped to barren for the shake inside the left on glove
That love will be the only course that the blood lets

To strike a match that does not light can be frustrating too
Often times I think back to what I should not do

Pop Sonnet #979

Make it work for God's sake man
We only knew you would
And pull back on the numbered sand
That often strikes for good

The only way to finish it
Is to slowly separate
To make the proper old dish sit
And tiny commiserate

With the plan to protect art
Until the dying day
And ride downhill in a shopping cart
Protect me more this way

So spoken well that dissipation made for excess langue
And will there be a word to say or will it come out wrong