Pop Sonnet #1820

While falling looking down
Asked for the height to disappear
And if ever there was a noun
To situate into the leer

Of an approaching bottom
To be at the canyon floor
Just from climbing air rot them
Into the opening of the store

That brought the jumper guideline
Without a bungee wire
And rode the wind to a sign
Beneath the auto fire

That grand standing will mount
Always in the next count

Pop Sonnet #1821

Make a bet and stick with it
The opening for the cross
That found a ring of what is to get
Along with the sudden loss

That the whole world took notice
Of when it was so abrupt
But others disappeared into bliss
When left everything that cupped

Along with drinking water
The fly is exposed
And asked for another spot her
Aching force is reposed

Along with just getting it done
And then expecting a run

Pop Sonnet #1822

Then the sudden hell rises
When knowing all to rid
The unkind mismatch sizes
That only could have hid

Beneath the grass in shelter farm
The only sensation I never came
Along with the secondary harm
That shelter of the way into fame

To catch a ring thrown out to sea
Got to at least serve the wrath
Of the foam that brings to me
A sole survivor of that hath

Not a farthing to his name
Even when currency is the same

Pop Sonnet #1823

Never quite as history writes
Automatic in the query that chose
A lot of different nights
That could always still impose

A dire image of the sex
That came back to lurk
For the different ways of wrecks
That still occurred at work

In case of inviting the chase
Along with the figure eights
Done across the sandy base
Of the catcher that waits

Until the coldness comes back to the land
I don't think until then you will understand

Pop Sonnet #1824

And mix up a fancy for a loss
To be inside the only pack
Of marinating inside the sauce
That perfect combination is back

Where the trees come to fancy
A tiny bit longer
Taking all chance see
A fellow that stronger

Could wrap up a bit before the day's done
Got camera work that needs to go down
Along with the feeling that you should stun
The others along with the old clown

That stole back a henchman upon the grate
Only as long as they will always sedate

Pop Sonnet #1825

Seem to complain about another motivator
That always waited just a bit later
For the agreement into the waiter
And you would really like to date her

But there is a loop that entwines the next
Got to find a way to answer the text
And if the day just leaves us perplexed
There may have been someone that hexed

A wrong kind of emotion that tied into fear
That next to you seemed obvious here
Couldn't find out if the ready was near
Going remotely into the old queer

That folk song about the people that win
Against any tyranny that had once been

Pop Sonnet #1826

What can you do when all is sold out
And the next time is as empty too
Going back to the solid way spout
To ally with the prisoners through

The doorway on the wall that appeared
And after you found a million ways
Of the slipstream that guided the weird
Next to a thousand there are stays

That accomodate nothing but the old
Then the next time you plan on it
You could get thrown to the cold
Just rely only on wit

And the next time you get the idea in your head
You might want to draw pictures of the next bed

Pop Sonnet #1827

Rope to the ground the final thrust
A sensation left open just
Because really someone must
And will you win back the dust

That left inside the only lie
The other time you made me cry
About the way that I will die
Unless you know someone will fly

Above the wake of a wild fact
Have to ask you in the act
For tomorrow guidance lacked
The steel jacket for the backed

Up and in to hear the most
Everyday add to this post

Pop Sonnet #1828

And if the facts are now inside
The only way to still ride
Another plan to run and hide
Back to the tiny guide

That sprayed open into a mess
Always could have cost less
There is a chance you will confess
But tonight you see the dress

That confuses men for a day
Here is the elusive place to stay
Where the water flows away
And guides you back into the play

The book that you must always go by
Is missing from the present try

Pop Sonnet #1829

Don't know what I'm writing half the time
So pardon if it makes no sense
Of course that appeals to the crime
Of words that seem to make a fence

Around the projects of other poetic discourse
To find a way to apply this life
Of what makes for all the source
That could never summon strife

For the poet in the dark
Always finds the turning point
And can bring you back a spark
To light up that big fat joint

And if the words have rhymed before
Doesn't mean they are done with being used some more