My heart keeps pumping my feet around

My heart keeps pumping my feet around

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

so go to anywheres else

anyone else what's more here

what's to the next level am I more or less

and yet I wait it's been lovely so still it be I'm having

living,  loving,  longing, craving

liberty,  poetry,  I needed it but not now later

O we quick and slow of it surviving

the vanishing worlds kept

in whole reflects in my maze in those hazy places

those hazy places of memories

into the internet lifenet that wept in vases 

my ways seen after all revolves

rotates with or without

so foretells,  so wide a range of bells

infinite loops on words of raindrops clear could stop

I needs it but not now later

through combining and divining sticks

this and that from this and that

all over the maps scatters

throughout my daydreaming,  O we anything

the remaining with the bow and the brook

swells with myself retaining my marbles lost

at last and first in four minuets

believing I saw all about it my being

I don't know where it's gonna go

so I begins to cry aloud

at anything up high above

on this loose leaf,  on this shallow cloud

I wrote it all wrong outta the wind lost

what's your choice for

to embrace more or less

O we your own disfunctional short shelves

my preferred noises,  the verses shows

doing a dance in your mind

it's a mouse flying away on a page gone

calls out first and last it's free

for your plane ticket to go find

my flights,  my fancy inside or outside

or inside all an empty nutshell

to shadows behind and did we land everything 

no-wheres else,  no views

so goes to anywheres else 

can you help us with that pressing on

in which was;  how many,  how many hats knew it

I'm letting it flip backwardly over me

and it cannot but be seen

on this loose leaf,  on this shallow cloud

doing a dance inside your mind

I wrote it all wrong outta the wind lost

what's your choice for

to embrace more or less

O we your own dysfunctional short shelves

my preferred noises,  the verses shows

it's a mouse maybe but not a ghost perhaps

that steps beyond thereof on each brown leaf

inside or outside onto 

each brown leaf that will crumble humble

of the past is Spring up through bags 

falls,  holds,  throughout in the garden

like bread crumbs to the lampposts

now down deep weeps

as if such a lonely house

it's a mouse flying away on a page gone

turns it on a button therein

midair to try on a blanket threadbare

as if in such cases was likewise,  I can kick about

on my feet throughout it all against

and digs and digs again

for a great day on my touchpad as well 

and the sun is gonna shine

rises surely like nothing happened

I mustn't tear at these inner walls

my inmost walks of mine

to the very end,  the last little line

before finding it alongside you

calls out at last and first it's free

for your plane ticket to go find

to shadows behind and did we land everything

no-wheres else,  no views

so go to anywheres else

as you can help us with that pressing on

from time to time again bringing on

considerations are for your ways

together faster a bright vortex spinning

seeing optical illusions,   more happy landings

delusions bursting out from clouds what I looked at

this smoke on the wet water

beyond the waves rolls on the waterfront

yell hurrah,  say hooray,   the two ends is near

Infinite loops on words of raindrops clear could stop

you included me in sunbeams suggesting

it's a test of willows

come dawning done best on and on again I will be

clinging to a wet windowsill

in my soul of sinking sands and sinking floors

in a moment gone I'm fine yeah

I'm okay,  I'm not yet dead,  I can handle

rowing,  rowing,  rowing so long

rising, rising, rising upon flowing waves

it went along like a song always creative imaginative

I'm open for my glory days unscathed

it's been found great and grand and who said

in all sands then walked on floors

at last and first journey is there falls,  holds

throughout like bread crumbs to the lampposts

now down deep weeps

the almanac's topics sad is in poems

and papers folded up

in these devices open always creative imaginative

who says there's only one way

so wide a range of bells

finds beyond individuals names first and last trying

to get back home,  in whole reflects in my maze

those hazy places of memories from the dark forest

with the bow and the brook

swells with myself retaining

my marbles lost at last and first in four minuets

and yet I wait it's been lovely so still it be I'm having

living,  loving,  longing, craving

liberty,  poetry,  I needed it but not now

all by myself the sky abounds

O we ground beneath me your warmest wonderful joy

that the beautiful dirt road brings up

leeds to other parts

in it serenely thanks so much 

so pleasant enough

shall you ever,  ever

once in wishes the new forms can

made you then so fair and true

my heart keeps pumping my feet around

although why everso the inner feelings

I've been better by then

clearing out,  cleaning out again

escaping out,  out standing in the rain

blurring out myself

I can see,  it might be,  O we if it be

now down deep weeps 

by much by my senses expresses five fingertips on

thought by thought;  thought by thought upon

my life's becomes pieces some places

another strange change

another strange dream

into upwards movements that are

unscarred by the light of fire

my heart keeps pumping my feet around

in these hands will hold and hold on

uncovered in the morning to the dusk

whirling, whirling mist

come dawning,  yearning so broken

was fast thinking of curtains

soon closing that might motion me

closer and this notion it was

so up high and lit up like apples bright

I got your note and letter stranger

stranded so long in the silvery moonlight

floating on the shiny river 

on the flowing waves 

aslike it been so still yet I'm alive

just doesn't cease from explaining these

and how you been,  enjoying by having

living,  loving,  longing, craving

on this loose leaf, on this shallow cloud

doing a dance in my mind

I wrote it all wrong outta the wind

it's a mouse flying away

on a page gone

calls out first and last for me

a plane ticket to go find

my flights,  my fancy inside or outside

all an empty nutshell

to shadows behind,  no-wheres else

no views,  so goes anywhere else

can you help us with that pressing on

in which was,  how many,  how many hats knew it

I'm letting it flip backwardly over me

as I can pick 'em up 'whiles

which everso turns it on

a button therein

midair to try on a blanket threadbare

in little flames to see

the starlight is delightful

O we ground underneath me your warm wonders

that the beautiful dirt brings up

blooms of other parts

in it serenely thanks so much 

so pleasant enough

made you then so fair and true

O we hello, you can go throw back 

today,  tonight,  tomorrow suggesting

it's a test of willows

come dawning done best on and on again I will be

clinging to a wet windowsill

my heart keeps pumping my feet around

  






© 2017 Robert Robbie Dudley



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Robert Robbie Dudley

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