by Travis Mateer
This week’s episode continues an emerging dynamic of my co-host, Tim Adams, struggling to give a fuck and me, right-brain poet, using rhymes as an alternative to less effective means of resistance.
If that sounds dire and dour, don’t worry, we do what we can to have some fun while looking at Covid numbers and talking about things like death, Missoula County humanitarian obligations, costumes and the FOREVER PURGE.
And a poem, which I have printed below. Thanks for listening!
help me like the homeless you helped into the ground help me like the college kids you financed out of town for bigger zoos in Portland and big needles by the sea help me help the helpless ones to turn their need to green yes, you psycho alchemists, let us all transmute like Johnny with machete so the deputies can shoot you don't need to name them or dash-cam for the fam doing that would take a town that actually gave a damn help me understand this how long did it take? to ruse, abuse and confuse the spirit of this place? know what? never mind I think I've had enough of your bullshit helping hands in blood-resistant gloves your handshake maneuvering like blankets for the Reds has the same effect: your helping leaves them dead instead of sucking hope like craft beer from the taps I decided NOW's the time to wake up and fight back not with rainbow colors from Jacob's stolen coat perhaps a cool-a dude will shake their quaking boat me, I'm not waiting for someone else's chops no, I'm growing garlic cloves in very fertile plots