Long Mass produced Poems

The difference between 
bad-old-boy 
competitively evolving 
egg white privilege

And good-girl 
cooperatively revolutionary 
just-us-yolks

Foreshadows a symbiotic contrast
between prophetic performance
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her crass 
desk of...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete...

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Reducing sauces is a clever act that is not predetermined

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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Nine times a fish tail is spun from thin yarn?

Swimming in tepid waters often relieves tensions but a moose with a migraine prefers an ice cold bath. Bathing rituals signify statuses and this is referred...

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In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole.

It’s a five-star bash at the palace...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV

(Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject
made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily
at the hands of the Clergy...

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"Supernature"

The walls have eyes here 
they are all hungry
they reach up to pluck words 
like apples to eat from sacred trees,
it feeds and fuels them 
on their irregular journeys
through their pleasing dappled gardens,
gone all dark,...

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I know you don’t know Gikomba, Gikosh
It’s where we go to shop
For everything second hand and camera
Shirts, purses, suits, girlfriends, even senators
You must get there early when the sun is in the east
If you want...

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At one time my neighborhood was new mass-produced little boxes made of ticky-tacky – all looking just the same*
Beautiful affordable, true suburban models, in mid-twentieth century they were truly quite the rage. 
But now the...

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Envisions of a new world order
Have infected
My ideologies
Concerning political parties.

Apathetic to the suicide bomber
Clutching his holy scripture
As Jesus is turned
Into an aborted fetus.

Starving for liberation,
Feed us.

The refugee diet
Is to die for, try it.
Stomachs bellow
As anxious...

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Did your mother ever tell you,
Did you know?
(Some of us have a penchant for the inscrutable)
Did, your mother ever tell you
(These bonds are primordial and immutable)
In one of those intimate conversations
Between mother and child
(Mostly wasted...

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"Final Edition"     Posted 12 Sep 2021

With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and...

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Kids Stuff



Children will believe anything

In talking animals
And moons made of cheese
Fairy castles
With shinning knights
And magic doors
Secret gardens
Dwarfs and Trolls
Evil kings and Evil Queens
Snow White dreams
Arabian Princesses
Warlocks and Witches

Yes children will believe in anything

Mermaids and cities...

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I Can't Believe the Hatred
By Franklin Price
11/08/2019

I can't believe the hatred  that runs rampant through this land
The supply of it astounding, far exceeding all demand
All because of politics, it's so hard to understand
It's not...

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Sunshine grows men on ropes
Similar with metaphors and similes
And cold plastic smiles.
Slim, shiny, at first slimy, Then…
Then mass produced body index
Fat and hypertension deficit syndrome-o-matic.
Failure due to faulty, underfunded, cheap union labor parts.
Broken and glued...

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I overinvested again...
The story of my life
Or so it seems
Overinvested

I've overinvested

In my dreams….
Thinking I’d reach the stars
When I can’t break through 
The atmosphere of my world

In my friends….
Thinking that they ARE my world
When they are...

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Living my life on the Dole*, 
Because my Mum told me so, 
Interview at ‘McDonalds’, but that Tyrant told me "No!", 
See, we're a family with pride, 
Don't sell fries at super-size, 
But where's the...

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If I had a factory I would actually produce nothing at all because

Satisfaction can never be mass produced let alone happiness

Workers would not manufacture for their hands should be free

To craft rather than assemble in...

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Iron and steel
are the revered objects of their
quasi-holy zeal 
Earthly things fashioned from
corrupt flesh
Faithlessly forged by corrosive will — 
The profit mold of imperfection
was a raw mass subjugation ordeal
Their Farsi prayer slag,
(reprobate words poured in...

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When yesterday left, today I'm a little right. 
This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight.
Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion. 
Dreaming of incarnations, incantations snarled in the illusion.
Mass produced catholics, should be...

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Suppose we ran it by a friendly Martian
(I’d say “by Martial”, but he wouldn’t be gentle).
You crave Armani, Hugo Boss, Versacci and
that Hilfiger who’s naff, naff.  Are you mental?

This myth of exclusivity’s juvenile
(I’d offer...

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When yesterday left, today I'm a little right. 
This is a tad bereft, yet full with almight.
Misconceptions or misinterpretations, either way it's confusion. 
Dreaming of incarnations, and snarled in the illusion.
Mass produced Catholics, unforgotten inside...

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I'm too able bodied to be this poor,
too intelligent to ignore, 
the establishment 
f$cking us over anymore. 
Why's the working class
the poorer class?
And who does the more 
important tasks?
For profit everything; 
everyday swindling; 
minimum wage...

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Then...

Septet World Powers gave inception to
Its scarlet color speaking from seven heads
Designed to duplicate the league from which it began
And...to that end we will adhere to its specifications
Until submission becomes what is forced upon us
This...

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unshaken by the dreams of permanence which
bubble within the hearts & minds of those that
place sentimental nothings all over themselves,
the temporary tattooed are those that know full well
nothing is meant to last &
like the makers...

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