Pop Sonnet #4050

If there is a way to make it through
The holiday that displays
A makeshift mental love the new
That smokes part of the ways

Of living before a noose of pleasure
That slides around the neck gentle late
Gone before the day's treasure
Was forced into the bait

That lured me in with just one puff
There could have been a mild storm
The one blowing across like tough
And nothing is the norm

When I celebrate each moment long
I still think this weed is strong

Pop Sonnet #4051

Maybe a theme is the wrong idea still
For ending up beside the tracks
Where you were always in the fill
Of a decent pair of slacks

That came to ride like shifting trees
The play of making signs
And asking you all please
Would be all right in the fines

And if there is a chance to further mask
The fate of a coiled electron
To be among the firmest task
And feeling like I am melting on

The livelihood of my decisions
Had to have a wild vision

Pop Sonnet #4052

So spend the day reading plans
To repeat the structure often
There are speeds to the pans
That ask you when coughing

And the noise coming from the sirens
Means the day is working out
And never ask the violins
To kick the shreds of doubt

And I will ally with the length
Of double time in motion left
There is an imperative strength
That category chosen in heft

That makes for listening to song
A bit of that dish tasted wrong

Pop Sonnet #4053

And if I charged up to the fence
Before you recognized my face
And then you went to steady rinse
The philosophy in the place

Where naming names will get me far
And then I go for pronouns
To reach the wish upon the star
And watch you in your flowing gowns

This is all I carry former lateness
Destiny is in the mood
To define the greatness
And supply of food

And now I am slipping into a dream
What can any of the words mean

Pop Sonnet #4054

In the morning I juiced up
On differences that will shake
And smoking from a giant cup
Of where the level begins the take

Of a ship that mightily roars
Before the deserved talk
There is no one to be on the floor
Unless you need a walk

Around the cul-de-sac so brief
Felt a little bit before
The lining of the second chief
Was sitting upon the core

Of responsibility working clean
There is nothing in the scene

Pop Sonnet #4055

Next time there will be a pledge
That sticks with the honor fold
And I am right at the edge
And then you will grab hold

The noise that dissipates with time
That old forgotten child
When there is a perfect crime
Now it is not filed

Under the system of free play
That shifts around the meaning
What is left up to you today
And all day I will be leaning

Toward the wreckage of a glance
That always knows to take a chance

Pop Sonnet #4056

If today would never end
And I would argue solid
Only on this will depend
Along the path was followed

To trip along the wave of trims
That kept you stocked up for
A bit the legs of where the limbs
Dance right through the door

And sparkle in the bottom of
A silver studded case
A gypsy that will share the love
Could have been the place

And now I feel the head change approach
And I will save the last of the roach

Pop Sonnet #4057

To argue that the time has slipped
Into an oblivious decadence writes
To be among the fervor clipped
Among the very firm whites

That I was checking to see if I graded
The papers were all piling up
And the head is getting faded
For what I laced myself with in cups

Of tea and other substances drank
The mitigation of the ability
To look up when they sank
And examine my fragility

There are thoughts I wish never to think
But today no worries from the drink

Pop Sonnet #4058

When collision sets apart the hole
Of a dizzy process of angered shells
That came about after the pull
Was meant to be in the tails

Of a next up playful ear
That you could write a song
The band has been launched here
And the internet is going strong

With a laugh or two the flood
Will descend upon walkers
That kept up for the bud
Was what the different talkers

Recompense is ever so sweet
Time again to just repeat

Pop Sonnet #4059

The issues that we discussed
Were permanently dazed
And ever pointed trust
Was in my eyes all glazed

Now I am just starting to feel
That mark of whimsy gold
The smoke break in my deal
Was what I had to hold

And put in whispers of the drug
Where legally the state has turned
The slightest of the calling tug
Will be when I have burned

Not real sure how this worked out for now
But I will be back anyhow