Pop Sonnet #2270

Clear the horizon full of lead
The dreary day will end
Full of quotients that are read
To fill the second bend

And phony is a heart take
From the cancer in the norm
That will only settle to break
To the day now I am warm

That holds back on the crunch
To take a sailor sojourn
And illustrate the munch
And chop down the last fern

To mitigate an answer before the slide begins
How else do you think that anybody wins

Pop Sonnet #2271

Push on through the tidal sound
A maker in the working field
And settle for the sealed up ground
The cigarette you wield

And push for timing in the can
A thought that stays with you
For shedding in the militant plan
To battle next to flu

And certainly the corner will
Except the local blight
Be injured in the oldest grill
And property is all right

To separate the word becomes arbitrary land
You will all be worth it when you lend a hand

Pop Sonnet #2272

Scorned for moving on like this
I can take the heat
In the resplendent insist
That heaviness will beat

And furthermore I have a stick
With all the ingredients
And to just go take a pick
And be expedient

Where others may fail along this path
I will truck on through
The only time I do the math
Is when I'm helping you

And understand that I have made
A quiet place under the shade

Pop Sonnet #2273

After a couple I'll have a smoke
The computer is still here
Because I have to go for broke
Whenever you appear

And slip inside the other wake
That coffee will disturb
And you can see the only lake
Without a place to curb

The jealousy that turned us back
Without a fight for more
And into the old paper sack
They spilled into the door

And fought for tiger's in the limp
You will not accuse the pimp

Pop Sonnet #2274

I am sensing that a save
Will appropriately settle
All the times I should shave
And show you all the metal

To dire cooking straight for blows
That wrist when awful front
Will take you to the other shows
And blister when they want

To settle all the problems with
The early type of verse
And to study the whole myth
That is written in your purse

So I will call and see if you
Can become completely true

Pop Sonnet #2275

So the break I took was short
Makes sense when there is work
To idle around the old fort
And stop acting like a jerk

When finally there is a place
That I can rest my hands
From typing in the absurd race
And sifting through the sands

Make a place that circles off
The normalizing sent
To stand aside and send the scoff
And become all that went

To share a story with a man
And turn out to be my fan

Pop Sonnet #2276

Never asked you why I cried
About the situation nil
To be the only that had spied
Beneath the window sill

And mitigate philosophy when
The turning point approaches
Until you know there is a bin
That saves up all the coaches

And hits a channel with a button
Feeling like the drain
Is coming on to spread a glutton
Across the liner stain

And when you dig a pit this deep
You will know it is too steep

Pop Sonnet #2277

Double numbers luck is mine
Or is it arbitrary too
To have have a penultimate sign
And run into the glue

To separate the cosmic wind
From tingling my back
And calling on my cousin friend
To slow the old attack

But if you run empty from the cruise
I should fill you up
Whenever certain things will choose
The secondary cup

To take a task of miner tales
And slip and slide across the rails

Pop Sonnet #2278

I will plug this damn thing in
Before the time runs out
But I think it all is sin
When emptying the pout

That you will mine a separate force
To take a haunted flavor
And to set the starry course
For doing me a favor

So close to victory once more
I will keep up the fight
To escape when stuck at war
And escalate the flight

That escorted us to the promised land
Wanted to go and watch the band

Pop Sonnet #2279

That was closer than a time
Could ever have kept track
When you go to spend the dime
And wandering all back

The change is different for the part
That ran the old caboose
Just you wait until I start
And feed it with the juice

That I feel will shoot back in
And totally relax me
Felt that perfect type of din
That I would love to see

But alas I take this magic
And underline the tragic