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I holds near to be off the shelf

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

I holds near to beoff the shelfforget the messmy designsevolve spacesthe lake's bluer murk brings enough upto remember very wellfalls under meusually ..

Making up a lot as I stood looking

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

in the hardest placemaking up a lotas I stood looking goesagainst the blurat the differenceinside my creative cave I seeenlights and meltsinto the woo..

Rolling in or around your glass cage

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

pressed herea-button to airat the end of starsa-hard rains closing shutpulling apart evena-washing awaybefore all elsethe whole daywas not thenlong sm..

I suposses what it was is real

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

because there-in I supposeswhat it was is realIunwrapped the black mirrorwhen I think about ita glimpse it might delight meI still can in hasteremembe..

Could you know the round hill I go

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

could you knowthe roundhill I gobein' & not of any times at last the deep plants in dreams colours onletters came there & obscurescarries off where-by..

Reality more than it is.. Really

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

hassuddenlystruck up againand we seethoughts a-given isin the same lookit's by starting why when now's howreality more than it isreally distorted soun..

The Concrete Owls

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

O' for somewhat floatsa-realization spreadsgets me to the creeksdoes words choose youfrom going slow darker streets we arethey to say to vanish away, ..

Brought Up To The Water Ripples

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

thinking overa-blur togetherI'm blending inthere's morebeen betteras from afarmany belongin what was saiddeep shocklightningmoving acrosscatches our e..

Free & Loose A Balloon With A Human Face

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

can't be seen alongshoulders by earsin the sky formsoh, square balloonsand round balloonscartoon balloons golden goeswhat floats at up onto is thata-..

My places to go

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

my places invisible fencesmyself all and all meremains alwaysthrough blues it gives to that it existsin glad and sad mistsmiles and walks most often I..