Collar 2:
The Six Million Dollar Man’s Bulge
red jumpsuits
combined with the fact
that we’ve all just crawled
out of tequila
can cause our collected junk
to look like Bigfoot
it can cause our collected junk
to perform feats of pure bravery
which are ignored by the general public
because these feats are blurry
and performed while hidden
deep inside your woods
and just because these feats
may not get a pat on the back
from Ryan Seacrest and then hand gestured
over to be ball-stroked by a panel
of washed up judges
that doesn’t mean they’re not feats
cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha Darling!
they’re still feats!
feats which leave footprints!
noble footprints of love!
there’ve been plenty of songs
written about this
buildings have been built
to such things
rings exchanged
monuments erected
but that doesn’t change
the fact that last night
while we slept
your face
against mine
the goddamn corporations were
casually at work
assimilating everything shaped
like a building
buying up
all the monuments like they were
the goddamn sky
purchasing clouds
maybe money can’t buy happiness
but it sure as fuck can buy
red jumpsuits
& yr own sound effects
it sure as fuck can buy governments
and erase science
it sure as fuck can turn the world
into a Pena Co-lat-a
and any hope we have
of treading tequila
into wet booze-tread-gulping
sharks
the odds are a closed taco store
that only random mood rings
make it to shore
but as long as we’re here
do you want to go to the movies
with me?
because I want to go to the movies
with you
(Collar 2 of Ft Vending Machine, a 4 Collared poem)
Multiverse Johnson 