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Abolone's poems & things

Friday, July 09, 2004


Lil Bungee

Have will soar, throw
net catch

worth hear any
spin modern kosher.

In while given
once pickle sweet

deeds certain,

nay words

true aroma


Will be out of 'public' Studio through August,
summer/life's fleeting - slow it down!!
Thank you readers & writers in blogland. li


posted by Li  # 1:32 PM

Thursday, July 08, 2004



Fingers in some more pots

The girl's name hopefully

Comes out sunny

Walking biggy

Leash dog black

Munch awhile......

Ready put to jam



....while reading Wm's (head)

Amiens.  Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Amiens. . .and others

Who doth ambition shun,
And love to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

--As You Like It


posted by Li  # 3:34 PM

Tuesday, July 06, 2004


Do. your. jobs.
get faster? May I get
lost in the garden; may
I soak off dirty labels

I'll have nothing left
but the tools remaining
Watch for the slow exclamation
Don't pull.
that. plug. Don't pull


J ! U! !

! Y !

posted by Li  # 1:58 PM

After two booms,
the reverberation cramped down
decisive: no more laughing green & red fizzlers.
Seeing stars & stripes stream
upside down seemed defiantly better. They
spent the next afternoon stringing beads,
throwing buttons & cards in an egg carton.
The white cracked, more laughter but not a mess,
not to mess with their beads.


posted by Li  # 9:19 AM

Monday, July 05, 2004


All nerves, purely loquacious,
A Norfolk accent famous for
Dea(r)- silent Joe was simple

I collect pencil stubs, make up songs
By the infinity pool, dream about
Playing bad guitars: strings were
Bending, picks too soft, singing
Rushed. The hostess served us cauli-
Flower cake, she wore off-white khakis
& black-strap high heels

Can my friends meet? they've never met before
Will you take that big hurdle out of the tank.
Can the dancers work any harder- that's what
They claim they do

Walking faster all the time, does it tell
Or ask something? Every house in town sits
Quietly. Open the window, soon they will
Arrive. Today during lunch he read well
Swimming against the strong currents; his
Words jump fences easily like me looking
Out the car window


posted by Li  # 7:20 AM

Friday, July 02, 2004


Transmission Loops -1

Blade of rice harmony
sundial angles

blazon orange
clock impulse, water


tribal impish

Self poem
poem self what, who
of first attempts

Fifty starlings flew
like stones
tossed from a bucket

on surfboard up up
on 9th attempt

for rainy days

want to do? moral

Your winter nights
with new cat, new
news by way

fries more fritters



posted by Li  # 1:51 PM


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