should I hope you know me well tell me

should I hope you know me well tell me

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

O how is all a bell

should I hope you know me

well tell me none

it gets drafty after dark

some places are

should I hope you know me

well tell me none

and my spots befell me

I wore ruts on the floor

coats and hats where

bookstands upon my head

readily at the last times

everything here is assigned

accordingly so

I can read the clouds

as well as one can

I don't like this

you're not so enthused lately

although I do

know it I see it get through it

I got it alright now

I wrote it all outward

all wrong instead

yet their results is in

one of a kind

afterglows disappears

O take me aback

to wide open streets of trees

in a bright long walk

on the curbs ahead

on nights gone off

sunshine left

in reflected artforms

I ought to be briefly

and knock it back

and kick it off

at my jack boots

my way I thought

to be and through me

hid solitude higher

above further on

make your mark

if I wake up this

morning clear

to wade deep like a bird

across rivers

upon the skies

turns me up

same memories

out of times

on lines broke dropt

down 2 me

and how is this

unequipped

feels worse today

O don't ask

affinity in here

that sparks in there

what's going on here

it's beginning again

I rather be thus further

make your mark

than to be once

upon a well

and is all filled in

I'm wishing

and dreaming I could

get it together then

come home

in the middle

under the blazing

moonlight hills

to be any patches upon

a story now binds

vines, ah, it's free

to behold you

mine's closer

O how is all a bell

grows out a new wall

in the garden I dug up

a looking-glass

I hang up aslike

easily before

is when it's above

if moony is roomy

O how is all a bell

should I hope you know me

well tell me

none whatever-so

done by a flat tire

stirring discarded white stones

skips aways

on dark waves

I cares, I feels without

let it be a ring

let it be a ring 

let it ring

this causes then

strangely over and over

I dug up a looking-glass

so cool

a seashore breeze

moving through me


  

 






© 2017 Robert Robbie Dudley



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Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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