Franklyn Monk's Dronecast

Franklyn Monk's Dronecast

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Franklyn Monk's Dronecast episodes

  • 11
    Franklyn Monk Dronecast #5 “11”

    A couple small mesquite logs burning in an ember pit.

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    12 min
  • 11
    Franklyn Monk Dronecast #5 “11”

    A couple small mesquite logs burning in an ember pit.

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    12 min
  • (b)
    Franklyn Monk Dronecast #4 “(b)”

    Shadows dance across an ashy fire pit.



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    25 min
  • (b)
    Franklyn Monk Dronecast #4 “(b)”

    Shadows dance across an ashy fire pit.



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    25 min
  • Oh, my soul
    Imagine I’m a mime berating your neighborhood. Fences become scaffolding for my ARGH! skins; I plaster them on everything. Great big ARGHS! on windows and gates and your cul-de-sac becomes my exclamation mark.

    By the time you gasp, you're covered in assorted ARGH! stickers, ARGH! patches, and a cute ARGH! hat.

    “Oh, my soul.”

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    1 min
  • Oh, my soul
    Imagine I’m a mime berating your neighborhood. Fences become scaffolding for my ARGH! skins; I plaster them on everything. Great big ARGHS! on windows and gates and your cul-de-sac becomes my exclamation mark.

    By the time you gasp, you're covered in assorted ARGH! stickers, ARGH! patches, and a cute ARGH! hat.

    “Oh, my soul.”

    ---

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    1 min
  • Your Instantaneous Self
    because you are a poet
    and I love you
    and I know you love words
    are what to you?
    images
    sounds
    a long canyon with brown walls
    vanishing to a speck
    How about a cross section of blue
    would it wave
    would stars come out

    Or are words an interpretation of
    a shadowy tempest
    that follows you around
    swirling with symbols
    that hint at
    your instantaneous self

    Do you reach in
    and arrange these
    runes
    and pressures
    into an ancient sentence
    that glows while dancing

    Do words make that make sense?



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    1 min
  • Your Instantaneous Self
    because you are a poet
    and I love you
    and I know you love words
    are what to you?
    images
    sounds
    a long canyon with brown walls
    vanishing to a speck
    How about a cross section of blue
    would it wave
    would stars come out

    Or are words an interpretation of
    a shadowy tempest
    that follows you around
    swirling with symbols
    that hint at
    your instantaneous self

    Do you reach in
    and arrange these
    runes
    and pressures
    into an ancient sentence
    that glows while dancing

    Do words make that make sense?



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    1 min
  • Yeow
    Yeow, rich girl,
    in a sexy yellow car.
    Oh, let me leap in,
    we needn't go far—
    And your head
    is a fucking
    Sunflower
    which is being smushed in your
    (What's that called?
    the distance between
    your head and
    the roof of a car)
    in your zero head-clearance car,
    which is STILL yellow,
    as I pull away.



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    1 min
  • Yeow
    Yeow, rich girl,
    in a sexy yellow car.
    Oh, let me leap in,
    we needn't go far—
    And your head
    is a fucking
    Sunflower
    which is being smushed in your
    (What's that called?
    the distance between
    your head and
    the roof of a car)
    in your zero head-clearance car,
    which is STILL yellow,
    as I pull away.



    Episode Link | Archive Item | YouTube
    1 min

About Franklyn Monk's Dronecast

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little daydreams in the shape of poems