Pop Sonnet #3010

After the math class we settle
Under the spike of authors
And breath comes to us in metal
Going around in the blurs

That take on a spring felt
Tired mistakes
And wonder what is to melt
Before the mind aches

And string of commanders
That failed one by one
Take me some ganders
And take what is won

The only feeling that gets me here
Is to be about to get used to the year

Pop Sonnet #3011

And now there are less
But still thousands more
The company requires a dress
If you know that it is war

And out of a flash
A tiny bird bounces
To reconcile the crash
And make believe ounces

Come piling in on the roadside perfume
That mitigates prettiness to be the way
And afterwards we will all look at the rune
That shined the puzzle solving today

And if there are blinders that throw out a punch
They can be bought at the price of a hunch

Pop Sonnet #3012

So take another number
We will be here for awhile
And somber is dumber
To ask for the smile

That froze us in longways
The mack would not teach
Unless they all still pray
What good is the reach

That comes from outside to a haunted old car
Wonder if there was poison to drink
And makes you just wander so very far
Without anyone to control what you think

And under my skin was that the way it was played
I think that he is no longer looking afraid

Pop Sonnet #3013

Don't let it get to you because the provocation
Was intentional to rile you
Back into the education
Of a simple burnt clue

That chased down your spine
Going to find leaders
All the new twine
Will bind up the readers

And if there are prophets
Along with the class
They will sound trumpets
And step on the gas

To burn away fears like leaves are dropping
What did you ask for to ever be stopping

Pop Sonnet #3014

Weird how anger and sorrow linger
And happiness fades
When you get the ringer
Out in the shades

And telephones argue about
The messed up plan
To sing a song of simple doubt
And take my old hand

Because even if there is sugar to drink
I would find out if it is working
Do to me whatever is best to blink
Along side the effort of clerking

That came like a sign upon the old bed
When will this curse ever get bread

Pop Sonnet #3015

And if you click closer there are several ways
To accompany the muse of the sound
And if there are still so many plays
That could be run on the ground

Instead of taking off and going where
Ever you please me
To take a corner and stare
And yet just to see

There are towers of shed wealth
Amongst the designing
Gone like a bat's stealth
To be all denying

And to destroy just once more
I'm caught by the floor

Pop Sonnet #3016

Juice me up quick there is an elevation
That stands by the next time
You receive a vibration
In the steadfast of the crime

And will there by a newborn
So slipshod in birth
That comes about to warn
The ways of the Earth

That omen or talisman shines in combustion
And settles the score to make even
The logical way that you came to reduction
To rail against all things that are leaving

To finish a difficult word game or two
And then to map out the calendar for you

Pop Sonnet #3017

Can't do two things at once
Or I'd be done for the day
Come into runts
The dollar is pay

To take an open scandal and turn it around
Be completely satisfied
To live underground
It is a good place to hide

Lest any fool should break
And then they would see
They made a mistake
Because of who we were meant to be

And fill up the questions with hours of song
That doesn't mean this comes out sometimes wrong

Pop Sonnet #3018

And live for the seconds that tick by so fast
To ask for a personal reference
And then you will know what has come and past
To get back into the old deference

And ask for the title when stripped
Away by anger there were
So many that could have skipped
Unless they could be heard

And there is a part of me wants to accept
The only price reasonable love
To be the wavering feeling we've slept
For centuries waiting for the above

To change ever rapid and give us a break
All of this news came right from the lake

Pop Sonnet #3019

Surprised by the word choice
That is the whole idea fine
To tell you about the voice
And sparkling wine

Will choose to save and go
For words have new meaning
That come to the show
And ask them for gleaning

Afterwards who would care
If they picked up the fruit
And then we should stare
At the company suit

Get it on for awhile then leave well alone
Could it be as easy as unplugging the drone