BROKEN WAGON Rd. AGAINST HUNGER ME GYPSY CANS DENT'D

BROKEN WAGON Rd. AGAINST HUNGER ME GYPSY CANS DENT'D

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

i can't think 'bout you now i lay down

i try to imagine how you are there.. something next all new look in arts i got it thru less dark empty chairs

sky forks sheets bare pulls wide to senses

i wonder, i still do so hey! now is now if only i could how i rather blinds holes in my eyelids busts down on bases around my warm heart starts filling up empty insides with coffee

oh, i would have to love thrice goes you excites i want more than my own things around, above it can, i do, i will something else

where does the story begin i won't hold onto that broken heart for no moment spent, no time but one sign

lights hangs too long ago lost i got a handle set on my thoughts so i can watch my own act become high flown on two

oh neat, packed so tight, but no jackets across bags just likes it quite so in that old & new shop are broke glasses, i had to see comes from afar always taken care of what's happening here

it doesn't last me quits on me so i myself you knows my trains fix'd it, save'd it, oh, lost it, but, today, oh, leave it let it go

oh, crush it orange foreverso and my thoughts colourful i puts a ladder up i'm against the walls bluebirds

were in a-better dream as they always are, always were, if, stays, only be i wasted my hard days showing up for work

i didn't push it to start it at something that had muck and starts, oh, which, it lasted almost spirits

foreverso but going by hiding this out, not rot neither, nor bar, impulse right, like-ever-so wants not, i wasted half my blues it existed in dust thin beyond me and you pass through these times there again free and it still do spin

it did outlast me   if half so easy as it was, so hard, where there is rest my green eyes shines shut lives on images becomes by & by

considering them not add'd i know now how it is i does extremely of theirs were there broken carts to these efforts faded for getting back to how it's pour'd together I did

after, oh, so, found it good wine colorfulI'm gonna go get drunk until i feel so glad here's to one downtown thee dirt sweet cork O' smelt it being so at once melt'd more

until i feel so well and it's fine, just dandy over again apart apiece from the fact that i am finding both bottles are drunk

our extreme thrist is gone but not forgotten, going, I gotta outta the gate running bold, straight

it was so, too much understanding explaining on an arrow notes flown, undone, goes, begotten, unwrote, owns it

had been for what who's caused it to be to me empty to see don't end it stort the story as is good enuff for now

all work ain't worth a pile of misery, and, will it wreak me no it won't no not neither fire or leaf o'er low

keep in touch, like you did, like you did it in the flooding came thenceforward went later-on flower-buds knew it

timeless, better tomorrows, so, don't resist me of lately the pilot seats we has really flown

or just atleast for me to wear a-pilot hat, on me, awhile, i'm feeling on tip top of a-bubble all good day

over the hill or under the hill song

oh, you do go, leaving it there, lo, the doors and windows open still all left openings more

i am broken down but not every bone you won't let it go away on the junk heap, yet, I won't get there

in their bent forgets about it

ain't beyond repair, so burnt times, here into hold this part that learnt me a-pad beyond recall

oh, yeah, fix'd it all worse half drowned so easy it's so hard though it be fully challenging of course it's not now night overfolded

but truely nothing or yet it might-be might done soon, soon, moon, moon blinding my spirit brings home

with your existence beyond the steps up gotta finds some way some how from my high arts can be

to see me and how i am feeling this time.. Experimental thought

Experimental thought

i can't think 'bout you now

 

i can't think 'bout you now

i try to imagine how you are there, i don't know your own road a-fast news stand colours flies sparkles on the water  

towers you, remembers, takes care therein I laid under it to the gentleness won't it be O' anywheres, excuse me by & by leaves in the heap O' no place

at it, i couldn't escape it, i love it, knowing, yet, i guess, i'm gonna be spending me some more velvet hours alone in the halls O famed time go astray

poem long searching me a little more a little time here in one can, strong in my heart, in my darts flown automatic

i won't hold onto it now let it go broken hearted slow flowery occurs for no moment no time lifts up once too short life is open

it smells nice sittin' upon a-high font muston that part old broken cart of mine, i did adore upon, the giant glass turning onto, bye

for usthe last time, oh, O i lost it today, oh, crush it orange, i like another beer leave it under wood my boot straps on

felt heels so wellhappy, fast, i ease it on steps so shinybright as the pearl of wisdom found off on a deep blue rain be cautious ain't dead easy goes it

oyster shells luxurious now tonight luminousa bit goes in my ear, on my tongue, your face painted, we're all in, and, we're all of outta here at, leads afoot down i don't see what 

sparking it up in big smoke with a big batch of clams fresh, shark week i mustn't miss any of this darkness below you & push'd 

notes, i really did like it at that part sweet by and by my old broken down cart of mine i had to see come from afar

walk away, if, it was a mistake, it was a best made corn-sticksI, the first one built ground up you know

oh, i lost it today, oh, we use to sit with it behind the house by the tree under the wood surface device it last'd me, T.V. tray

oh, Dr. Evermore, too much worry heartsore, i'm O.K. on it nothing's forever-so no reason

and the old silver river wolf stood grand goes on and it's too far outta reach i been struck so hard gotta help the banana in trees split, uh, tunes struck also above at

myself outter space, uh, to a deep down impression here-in my heart is it a song for most

turning me under wood, i turn it up, i turn it up with my fun head-phones turned on and not so off

oftentimes, i turn to the music i hold, tossing out, when, i'm under, the voice and vision loud whispers proud

in smoke, when, i'm overlooking at the cliffs of my stilts is looking at the sky, flying high

oh, bird of prey of a question here at books frozennow to get it good in one fell swoop it smells so nice

so sweet, so pretty, ah, you clear, ain't that good afloat?  kinda talking to myself l forgot it's not too sad

all the world is in love my answer is there where, another can of beer creates more winewould see, i say speaks

sure i'm gonna then go giddy up ba-boom-ba closer gets more on horses of radishes from onions lurking breathing of course to a-special edge; Thru parts 

and this is my perception the giant glass is turning, turning smallclear'd upon, all geared up on my own path ways miles to go thru days was written different

your's is right on a-tear shall fall right into a star.. i'm glad aside O' it rode outta to this very sunset consoles air

blue sky flies sparkles on the water

where is my Dad it made me sad made me erase made me wrote lift'd up elevated for an occasion down turning back brings back often of that once upon a-time, sang aloud, or to a-soft strong twine broke soon, soon, soon

so often of that once upon a-time

i can't think 'bout you now.

 

 

© 2026 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on April 13, 2012
Last Updated on February 20, 2026

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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