Fort Vending Machine: a poem in four collars
dedicated to The Six Million Dollar Man and Vladimir Mayakovsky
Collar 1:
eyebrow to eyebrow
today I saw the whole world bleeding real jobs
and
today I saw a giraffe penis
fully staffed
I saw both things
for the first time
side by side
thumb-wrestling
………infinity
sweating wet serum
cracking safes
in dried blood
today
more people were killed by wheelbarrows
then killed by Madonna
but that’s only because
wheelbarrows never sleep
and Madonna didn’t get out of bed
until noon
eyebrow to eyebrow
we are the generation
that walks around with
black eyes
while pretending
like champs
that we dodged
the punch
the only things that scares us more
than eating shit pies at 12:30
is the goddamn thought
of skipping lunch
we are an eyebrow
stalked by an eyebrow
we are the facial hair
in denial of the face
pudding
it’s a goddamn crazy
invention
like getting stuck in
a traffic jam caused
by a baseball game
or breathing
or love
Multiverse Johnson 