Pop Sonnet #2460

Steady the charm to brace
Will lick the frosting from
Came apart in the old face
Got to be there for some

And if I turn old before my time
I have a youthful presence
When darkness steals the rhyme
And ever sell the pleasance

Gone from the repetitious lot
When sex was good today
And wind up all for not
When you have gone away

And I will sink into the bet
Did it quite happen yet

Pop Sonnet #2461

Everything mixes for the old man
Finding out where you went
And if there ever was a plan
I would tell you I sent

Down to the line where they all go
Never mind if they were dead
And if there is a type of blow
That can go straight to my head

When the memory persists on the double
And charged through the instant
When honesty leads to trouble
And I have found a new dent

When all is forgotten into the wave
I would like to find the next save

Pop Sonnet #2462

Stick with me I accomplish all
When I get you through
Going to look like I'm six feet tall
And stare at a mind that is new

Caught a pill just in time for morn
All the jealous lovers squint
And if there is excuse for porn
Then I won't get all bent

Out of shape just because I will
Find out what is all going on
And if there is a certain thrill
I will rock all before the dawn

And lyrically I am arriving there
Then to take an official scare

Pop Sonnet #2463

So many to track and search around
When there is a book full of writing
And I would be fashioned into the sound
If you guys would all just stop fighting

When I felt a twinge of guilt here
In the old mess of frames
Then I could start the year
Writing all the same

And keep with the potent figure
Darkness is all but a sweep
That comes in through the bigger
Don't pass it by in a heap

Or you could break for one more bite
And get it off the ground that old kite

Pop Sonnet #2464

And now the plantation is falling down
There is not much left of the life
For finding all of the wages clown
Will hurry back to your wife

If I was a robot I could do more
Then stop after every ten
But it already pushes the door
To set out just to find the bin

Of the papers that burned in the night
When the spreadsheet is even
And if the crayon turns out to be white
You would find that I'm leaving

So throw me a save this ride
I will tell you what I have to hide

Pop Sonnet #2465

And when I lead to the paved
Into the drawn up pics
That would have behaved
Like a hundred wicks

That stormed through the place
Like they wouldn't give up
And made a strange face
To make you all sup

That would be the way
To shelter the casing
And into the fray
To pipes that are lacing

The fruited cup of genius plays
I am right in the sun's rays

Pop Sonnet #2466

And if the storm is drawn
To figures of the mixing
That all could have gone
But then where was the fixing

The made up land that never was
Unless you all believed
In things like he does
His name can not be deceived

So normally I would have to ask
Where you went all those days
To find the motive and task
Where the fight is in the ways

That showed you up when fantasy called
And then all of us were stalled

Pop Sonnet #2467

So quit on the magic time when
The spark is in the maker
That came quickly to thin
And be called an old faker

When the memory rots in the mind
That age that takes us all
There is quite an open kind
To make for the day of the wall

That spent time sending you tapes
With all the raging tunes
That went on to feel shapes
Coming in from the spoon

That was full of comfort adored
And after awhile I'm floored

Pop Sonnet #2468

And make me a different mask
That one with the horns and teeth
The coming out of the task
And went to the mountain of wreath

That wore on the door in the winter
The old man is coming back
I told you I already sent her
To the one beneath the back

That crawled onto floors in a motion
The one that cannot be described
And after you swallow the potion
Make sure it is fully imbibed

By the way the run down sister plants
And makes us all want to dance

Pop Sonnet #2469

So there is a difference to build
Under the city that sleeps
To fly higher than willed
And return all that weeps

Because the tree is hanging out
And the plants have had enough drugs
To grow up and bury the route
That went on back through the plugs

And drifted into a false grade
The payment is coming ahead
And next time you feel the shade
You will know it is red

That poem doesn't make any sense
And I still need to go rinse