Pop Sonnet #2560

Last night was the greatness
That only can arrange
Ask about the lateness
And get lost in the mange

Of circumstance awareness
Sharpened like a tack
And spoiled all for fairness
Got to get all the way back

And run around in total park
The company arouses
When souls travel through the dark
I would just keep the carouses

That sing and dance the old ballet
Last time there was a valet

Pop Sonnet #2561

And anyway it was a good time
To say goodbye to Joel
The first name of the long rhyme
In quite awhile to be full

And to take a habit practice late
Stir it up with cream
And if I could recapitulate
There was coughing in my dream

I have a sickness I am worried
That I've spread it around
But if there were hurried
Make a different sound

And when the new day approaches
Saving me all the roaches

Pop Sonnet #2562

I always get along as must
When freelance so prevails
That gaining all the trust
Is riding in the jails

But I will take a chance or two
And steal a royal blanket
That came along to fit when blue
That name would have to rank it

And apologize for your life's work
So much time left to go
And many projects on the perk
To win back my day throw

To complicate the matter more
I will never again rob a store

Pop Sonnet #2563

So I've done an occasional doozy
Or two or three to add
And if you are feeling woozy
Then company is bad

From all the eternal feature plan
Investigate that hazy glow
When running into the fan
There is a way we can go

Away from here into a process
Of details that ring delete
In a church in Amsterdam losses
Where no word is to repeat

But all is lost in the back room
There you meet a final doom

Pop Sonnet #2564

Who would have thought possibly
In time there will be a reach
To take a bow when taking a knee
And understand the older speech

Where everything collides along
A company is rising
To be material with the song
That came in from the guising

Of episodic batch of brass
A simple question for the bird
And if there is something in your glass
I will cut the time into a word

A noun or verb or adjective works
As long as you rhyme with the quirks

Pop Sonnet #2565

Anyway from these depths I rise
And all will be forgotten
Lost into oblivion wise
The courage in there cotton

That manufactures straight to a key
An illustrative point at least
To make sense of the combat plea
And settle for the other beast

To make a riser turn to stadium plot
And take what all you know is not
Where decisions came along to thought
And took away that old man's shot

Because there were a plain type of pants
Never sat through the entire rants

Pop Sonnet #2566

The only time to match the numbers
And is that all I talk about
When games are played by bummers
That ask for all the doubt

When shedding a philosophy
Try emanating style
Of a minor player see
That I have been awhile

In the old room behind the mix
Understanding possibilities for all
And if you prefer the tricks
I will fancy a brighter wall

That seems to trickle down a lot
Complicating what you have not

Pop Sonnet #2567

There are complications clear
Before the standing hedge
Of where there is not a fear
When company is wedge

Between a rock and a hard place
Where time is sorting out
Forgiving all the while grace
Will not check your clout

To tell a brother complicated matters
And to sell a risky bottle
To be back in all the shatters
And to take a model

For a signature approaches clean
There is something wrong with the machine

Pop Sonnet #2568

If I counted backwards now
I am no where near the half
Of only a days worth for the brow
That sacrifices chakra calf

That gleaming smile across the park
Where tricksters revel in the dark
And there can be even less of a spark
To take a graven image mark

And look up on the chest so closed
Type one is the only way through
To be a huge embargo imposed
And lift it back to trade too

Because the wireless ahead
Keeps you thinking about dread

Pop Sonnet #2569

There are ways to counteract the pill
But you would not want to
That would be the final thrill
And to seek for her shoe

That fell off at the ball
When her coach turned to a pumpkin
And if there is a super tall
Man that is a bumpkin

And take it back that thing you said
About the membrane juices
That feed for leery while wed
To be in the old sluices

A box to catch your gold at last
Saving up to fix the mast