Pop Sonnet #3480

Reach into plagues for mind untold
Scattered the ashes in the jungle gym
Where prophesy already begins to unfold
And when the electric lights dim

The seldom at bay philosophy trek
Will write an idea for the walk
And when you find the other speck
Lost in a particle of talk

That shot from the mouth like spit
Where I have not seen you all gone
And take me just a small hit
Before I start searching until dawn

And several of you are eternally lost
Whatever now I must face the frost

Pop Sonnet #3481

But harder and harder it gets with each line
Staring into space some of the wire
To be along in the jettison fine
Where something will pay for a crier

That lurches forward and grabs a stash
While I will play you in the part
And never amounts to anyone lash
The way you have all been the start

Of a normal type onion blistering feel
That came about cutting the free play
Where I have an aching in the reel
That you said was full of the say

Where I can put anything up on the block
And you still owe me another whole rock

Pop Sonnet #3482

But I see the lights erupt
Even at the mention
Remain in the position cupped
Where I was sent to detention

Long ago for crimes untold
Never fit in the lasting cry
Where I have been bought and sold
And nothing will take from my eye

The tiny speck or plank that covers my sight
And drifts around my whole consciousness
And when the arrow will take solo flight
The mild awake tries the haunches

Which is really a poor excuse for a reader
Look real hard and you can see where to feed her

Pop Sonnet #3483

When the loser comes back to the docket
And I will have seen the best bet
Where someone has risen to give to your pocket
And always losing the fret

To a punched out clock when there is a track
Going to sled into history today
And ask for the light please to have back
Unless there is someone to pray

For the being inside that tripped the rift
And came about when nil formation clears
You may at least begin to make shift
The company arises with cheers

But what type of person belongs in a group
I will turn this gravy into soup

Pop Sonnet #3484

And consider what raps against shift
That you will already have known
To rescue that girl from the lift
And remain so overblown

The pause in the metal is guarding
The priceless trip to which port
That no one will ever try parting
And furthermore will it court

The gentle lamb taken her nap
And falling back into half
Where I have seen the only strap
Wrapped around an arrogant laugh

And if you find curses for free
Stick them into the bleed

Pop Sonnet #3485

And I did not see that one coming
Except when you track down the weight
That bird just kept right on humming
And returned any old freight

So I will accompany assured
That finally someone will call
And unless the line gets so blurred
They wouldn't have wanted it all

Unless the request was so hazy
That no one could see to the shore
And finding everything crazy
Is why they led you to the whore

Because she has magical powers
And likes to have sex for hours

Pop Sonnet #3486

But I see no red line appearing
Like it did when I started this path
Get me back where the others are hearing
About the infinite math

With imaginary numbers blotting the page
And a graph that I cannot find answers
For all the time that I spent on your wage
And the smarter ones all have been dancers

So if you get here exactly at the hour
That no one can watch me full shore
And I will just turn off the power
And hand you a note right before

The level went out on the risk
And now it is feeling quite brisk

Pop Sonnet #3487

When I see you retreat to smaller
The color of a lost dime
When everything grows quite taller
And then nothing quite seems to rhyme

Except obvious choices for the flow
That seeps into logic at dim
When turning points all now show
The acting upon a faith whim

Where no one has told you to go on
But you know you can't listen to stop
And when you find out that it is gone
There is always a flop

Before the attitude came on wincing
And the turning point left us all mincing

Pop Sonnet #3488

From the start it was pleasant to trip
A girl with a funny old shirt
That came passing us to give us the slip
And went on until everything hurt

And I would assume you can make it
All the way to a days worth of gold
And if there is someone to take it
An assurance that you will grow old

But when I started this plan
I never realized how much
Time would be spent on the grand
Narrative that cannot be touched

When I was just out surviving
It seems that someone was driving

Pop Sonnet #3489

Unless you have nothing to give
Which could mean a lot to the ship
Where I have seen the word live
And give the old devil the slip

When I have searched for a feeling
And shed magic in course for the blue
I will come in and start stealing
Unless everything is so new

That I cannot understand why the ashes
Are circling round the old pipe
Except when you hide all the dashes
And save them for when you get ripe

And now I will lay it to rest
I just wanted to be the very best