Pop Sonnet #4770

And if I ever get so thrown
From the sidewinding machine
That was already in town
Not that any of them had seen

The final goal is absolute
And when you go rescuing
The very same play the flute
And had to hand the sting

Back to the several days ahead
That were already catching tunes
And returning to the bed
Before you had seen the moons

And the heat comes pressing in
Waking me to see the sin

Pop Sonnet #4771

Every turn to shake a branch
That came above the head
And went into proper ranch
Before you see me instead

When the answer comes along
And starts a regular day
And in several of the songs
Never push me away

And if I was about to rock
There are servants mixed
And to never talk
So many to be kicked

To stand along the mountaintop
And be the only one to drop

Pop Sonnet #4772

And I guess it will only be a few more lines
Before I am found always below
Catching up before there are fines
And knowing what there is to know

About the wage of static ready card
The feeling is here at least
And if you returned quite hard
The markings of the beast

Were not the ones that asked for fruit
And settled before the wave
Was charging up to bear the suit
And then it was time to shave

But I never asked you if you were able
And now I am part of that label

Pop Sonnet #4773

Courage in the pleading warmth discovered
And when you shed the skills
There are eternities that had hovered
And many times the pills

Would kick in while writing
And all would be returned
The lesson was inviting
And no one cared to learn

That in the end it all takes time
You cannot just have it overnight
That was all I had to find
And set things back to the right

That we had finished with a text
And cavernous moves along the next

Pop Sonnet #4774

That is just barely at the final trick
The wicked tend to plant
Where you had learned quick
To be the one that rants

And take me from me the form
Of staking a lost claim
There are numbers all conform
That was about the same

That grammar cannot be trusted
And anything that stops the clock
Will be forever dusted
Back into the flock

And now I see the coming haze
That allowed for me to work the ways

Pop Sonnet #4775

And even if the bottom shelf has broken
I would still love to see your model
And I am dying from everything spoken
Find a link beside the bottle

And when the occasional dumb move
Comes lingering back to this start
And all I have to do is prove
That life is making art

That old maxim so pleasant and new
The refreshed of the gate
The one we sometimes always do
And here is nothing great

Except what is left in days for release
The next time I go for all of them please

Pop Sonnet #4776

And if there were break ins
So settled for doubtful boasts
To reassure the retroactive lens
And whatever the weather roasts

There are prizes eternal brink
That left me on a sailboat
To lock up with the link
And write another note

There are places I can change
The war torn ship of fate
That was back within range
And came back so late

That was about the end of the thought
Except for the way that I take a shot

Pop Sonnet #4777

And if that triple score awaited
For the very moment in time
That right now was mated
With a secondary crime

That you could use to travel forth
The lock up in the singing
Never inclination to think north
Was already there bringing

Back a madness so in tune with gold
And left you over there sobbing
That we all grow old
And now my heart is throbbing

For a distant made up place
Where we would often go to race

Pop Sonnet #4778

So now there is a bit too much
Except that there is over half
To write about the wayward touch
The way she makes me laugh

And I would look at her and say
What a perfect body for love
And then we have the rest of the day
To make things happen above

To be lead by the angels dear
Into a perfect stance
And when the hottest one comes near
It will be a dance

That was ordained to happen ever since day one
About that time was when we had to turn the gun

Pop Sonnet #4779

And if I can allow a change
To well up deep inside
And part of it is knowing range
To keep the plants alive

And knowing that the challenge most
Was kicking parts around
The separating mill of toast
Was paving lightly mound

That kept employing all the tricks
The trade was sharpened clear
And if anyone knew the kicks
There would be another fear

And really all I have to give I have given
Part of that fact is what makes a good living