Rolling in or around your glass cage

pressed here

a-button to air

at the end of stars

a-hard rains

closing shut

pulling apart even case

a-washing away

before all else

the whole day

was not then

long smooth fast slow

steps close enough

just in case of fire

sounds high low

above confused

under me

as two feet

then true

here's to it again

the thunder

the lightning

the worse thing

process your mirror

something great

changes

it's gonna fall

down pass around 

your glass cage

and all will

with a ball

to find out

two emotions

at once we were 

by and by

faraway

castaways

always losses 

it's nothing at all

whereon

upon ports

of roses

will find

happy and sad and flew

something calm said

never gone

clearing one piece off

it's already done

to places

to keep

pieces unknown

I'm getting hits

from nature

likes to sleep

and then foregone

with a-storm

carried across

along ways back

in good form

how much

can I walk over

passing times

the last times

that came

looking out

as I like it

as you can see

the fair misty lake

trail is colorful

sends me

rolling in really

been excelling

concealing

damaged homes

darkened

compelling us

in a-poem

in upper levels

that fell and arose

out in the open

goes and helps far

from the planes

upon that

hollow log

wind & rain

of sheets

word-up more

looking on

down deep mud

and is thus far

pressed here

a-button to air out

and easily far better

indeed inner tubes

connecting two high

as if by pencils

we insist to note

seeing through most

floated boards

stranded us

both sides

has ascertain feel

a-wave of

high delights

should each one

glory besets 

to a tree dips it

that met many selects early

sky-lines a-merciful fate

for leaflets

speechless before

unhampered almost pails

or a very pale ale

made me climb

seated beneath

consumed one

in a-tin

the shades

attractive art

encased two

inside this arrow

with a-cover

it is thus far

my electrical waste not

the nice side

been excelling

the whole world

near over

in a minute

was not it ended

pressed here

a-button to air on

outta the night

 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Robert Robbie Dudley,
"Rolling in or around your glass cage' this was a rollicking walk through free flow thought! I was just mesmerized as I have not read something of this nature before- so imaginative this life rolling in a glass ball! Thanks for writing. Bless you Kathy