by Travis Mateer

Last Sunday I joined Adam, Chud X and Dean Reiner for a wide-ranging conversation on weirdness in the Pacific Northwest. I’ll post the Youtube version below.

But before that, I’ve taken some of the subject matter and condensed it into verses, which is what I do.

my Omidong grows big and strong
with fascist foreplay forming bonds
between the bats patrolling night
and dirty rats kept out of sight

signal sending is an art
Amazonitronic hearts 
activated with stalking slang
inside the mind they go BANG, BANG!

oh no, shape-shift, shoot the hoots
flee to Sandpoint in heavy boots 
to leave behind the Coeur d'Alene--
its broken Odoms and sunken lakes

or Flathead wearing sonar hats
then Lynch the film with plastic wrap
just like Laura from the deep
but don't confuse, that isn't sleep

make her write the journal?  sick
erasing heads with Philly bricks 
a man, a hat, and broken time
they revel in their face-shove signs

my face and flesh suit isn't me
and that is GOOD divinity 
but they despise the holy sound
so work to turn it upside down

do not let them use your spark
with open eyes and burning hearts
they can't forever defer their fate
using dark to storm the gates