Thus I'm Rolling Over Letters Closed Because...

Thus I'm Rolling Over Letters Closed Because...

A Poem by Robert Robbie Dudley

Woe;  horizons all in all will you 
Find it hard questions,  I don't mind it 
Quickly these faded 
The years are rakes,  shovels
The most part partakes worlds
Reaches over,  whirlwinds exchanges it
What is much better because ...
The flow understands
To those rags worn more worser now
Of explainations,  reasons
Leaves theirs untethered
Holds this how it was glowing leaves turning
Suddenly all in all on points at this
Bends between us in just here or there 
In strange beginnings let it begin
Readjusted to..  upon
Room,  Room,  Zoom,  Zoom
The most part partakes worlds
At sudden lightning hidden from all Fall
Farewell to an old boom town
Returns over all things considered too far
Blocks it out,  be it will,  reads
Thinks it stands,  was it still available of tears
A song unrolls,  told me softly 
Looking through dreams 
Sawing in the dark woods 
Soundly dazed,  while amazed 
Totally under what purpose
Long thrown off,  half,  if not all 
The swings outlast as-like 
Then theirs contrast faded away
Wasn't it yesterdays linked to space
Ain't them all signed,  love
To have been wants to fly  
What must be stumbling
Differently found by
How I feel my room in the dark
Once;  disposition
At the same time,  places,  looks
So I ain't yet times through
At the moment day by day my choices 
Sawing in the dark woods 
Soundly without patches on  
And it must part from the first speech at this
Of a-hope off course 
To the last pieces
We've not done well yet
High notes are nimble until
Ohh,  that would seem so,  no less so
Ohh,  each,  so beautiful 
Opens wide,  abouts nothing sung 
Returns to hide inside wants
I'm getting it done someway
What is much better because... 
Bye-bye been nice for then it's just
Discontentment now they all went
Under yonder head board
Always draws faces 
at the same times,  places,  looks
Things are by doing as writing 
Be to pictures scattered finding 
Mountains in the parking lot
Here's a-tender light of night
Hold your own in the grass
Shakespeare & Company
Radio stations of the past
Broadcast only at night
The mornings before were
Between us in just here or there,  
But, wasn't it so
Sensing it so,  and,  sometimes
That's not a lot of games 
That's not a lot of books
Another phone in view
Whence what-ever excels forwards
The painter's name 
Builds upon these tires in my hands
Blotting out more worlds
To have an inkling there-in is 
A darkness it's already made
Ohh,  go,  Sweetheart 
A passionate thread
There has to be another way
Once;  disposition
Each thing was apart of art
Is this cover over me
Isn't that my record of it
Shall we that moment
Shall we be now  
Put it on,  thus;
I'm rolling over letters closed because...

© 2018 Robert Robbie Dudley

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Added on October 1, 2017
Last Updated on July 3, 2018


Robert Robbie Dudley
Robert Robbie Dudley

Riverside, NJ

THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. oh, poetry a random ray of light shining golden drops trickles in two and two dripping from the ceilings O i swept across the corners i like it to.. more..