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Monday Poetry Prompt: Vending Machine

This week let’s write a poem featuring a vending machine. Did you know there were vending machines in ancient Rome? I don’t think that fact alone is worthy of a poem but I do think vending machines are under-represented in poetry. Let’s change that by posting such a poem in the comments below.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.

Discussion

12 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Vending Machine

  1. Chris Clarke's avatar

    It lived outside
    under the eaves
    along the crinkled wall
    beside a pool of water
    desiccating the shop’s corner
    below the sixty-hertz hum
    of old fluorescent lights
    dimmed by weather and time
    and tobacco smoke
    from years of old men
    from the old plant
    quickly inhaling
    invigorating death
    their lungs exhaling their
    life into the world
    a sacrifice to the memory
    of old Buck and his bright leaf

    $1.25 a pack for Marlboros
    the price of the old
    vending machine says
    unchanged for 40 years

    why don’t people buy their smokes
    here rather than across the street
    LED-lit music playing
    on screens above every alcove
    dancing figures in a
    two-dimensional perfect world
    twenty-four-hours a day
    $6.25 a pack

    I put in five quarters
    pull the nicotine-stained
    phenol-tipped steel shaft
    out three inches
    the pride of the heartland

    gears turn
    the triplet plays
    and a fresh pack drops
    to the metal floor

    I reach in
    grab the box
    and head home

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 10, 2026, 9:19 AM
  2. Maggie's avatar

    Here’s my take Bart 💜

    Monday Poetry with Bart

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Maggie | August 10, 2026, 10:50 AM

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