Pop Sonnet #2790

Another curse comes slinking in
Where the past is erased
And a new one begins
When the whiskey is chased

With a soda full of bubbles
And if you ever call back
You will get past your troubles
Because I know the sky was black

And thick with stars above the smoky fire
That restless heartache can speak
Of a way to walk on the high wire
Above the days of another gone week

And I will share a gift of fame
Unless you want to call my name

Pop Sonnet #2791

The carriage melds with honey soft
A lamp over the bridge
Coming over to be in the loft
It will only take a ridge

To break your fall from the cliff
Edge that was waiting for
And feet will carry you swift
Beyond the open floor

Where the lyric fails to compromise
From idle threats of change
That will carry on the otherwise
Being along the strange

Path will carry you over the hill
And make sure that there is time to get real

Pop Sonnet #2792

Carry me back to the wagon bleak
Another round later to stake
Unless there is none other that will seek
Among the leaves for shake

And if the trimmer blade fastens
Into the void of perplexing gimmick
That read about the lastings
Of an important type of limerick

To win back the daisy chain
Loose on the forage
Make sure to seize the pain
Beneath the porridge

That was laced with all kinds of serums
I have had enough of my own theorems

Pop Sonnet #2793

Today I will copy and save to a disk
Although she is lovely already
That girl that had to take the risk
When the entire cast is ready

And in a few years I'll still be writing
At least then it will never create
A thought on a knee beneath the background lighting
To wear a fell slip of late

That came to a halt when called into question
And spiked up a canny full of the fish
That never made sparkles for the next session
Of anything everything everyone wish

To be called a mortar beneath the bedrock
And somehow I know you will find the cock

Pop Sonnet #2794

Unless there are meanings to read within
There is no other portion of rides to reason
With the next player that travels so thin
That will poison the season

Of a commercial that talks to the mass
Amidst a place that nothing rings
Unless a bell will guide you too fast
And forgive us for all that we bring

Unless of course something will get in the way
Of a made purpose for cloisters
That steer into the fracas and fray
To be all the moistures

That seep along heavy next to the glass
Just find a way to return to the class

Pop Sonnet #2795

Unless you are stuck in financial woe
And all is now nothing
You'll know where to blow
The next time she gets a ring

I knew you would take her
To another place fairy
To be all the cur
And grow so wary

That no one will tell you have been there and back
Unless someone fights from outside
To understand holidays never can lack
What films you have to go hide

From the children that peak into boxes for toys
And now I encourage you to make a noise

Pop Sonnet #2796

Unlike the question never asked of my man
That can bring all of the squander
Unless there is now another sweat gland
That always will stop to ponder

When I am at best the lady can heal
Her talent is known across country
And when she will fly beneath the other wheel
There is a fun time to really want me

So I call on the titans of my last dream
My protectors and guiders and ends
That will understand all of the next wild beam
That comes into a box full of winds

The way that you sample all of the text
And then leave the problems for whoever comes next

Pop Sonnet #2797

And still this fresco glades across the net
That travels in invisible infinite clouds
Make sure you already did place your bet
Under the curtain like shrouds

That speak volumes about the range kick
The way that you flew to the height
Of a weird old lashing quick
The one that will start a whole fight

So get to the ends and the disk will hold all
Unless it gets ruined or lost
Then you can go ahead and smash the wall
But you will wind up paying the cost

Of a new prize beyond the fruit tree
Did you think anything happened to me

Pop Sonnet #2798

Unless I push it I will see you in years
When I looked for your work so inspired
That came about next to the smears
The way we were all crossed wired

The next time I meet you may be at your grave
But I will pour out a whole bottle
Right next to the flowers the archive will save
And the corner is good for a model

Of where the whole place changes the mode
And leaves you to pain with the guild
And there was an ace that you could have rode
Right into the next of the spilled

There is a taker of horse life combustion felt
Right below my damaged knelt

Pop Sonnet #2799

And the power drains like a timer at best
When I have to get another play
Right beneath silver stains left you the rest
That never seem like they will stay

When you look into the glancing train
And nothing seems to grab you
Jumping off in the full on rain
The way you returned after true

That relativity moves us in directions unknown
And makes us question the question
I understand now why we must be alone
The way it goes for all of our destine

So speak unto me across the vortex
And hand me that one last round of sex