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