by Travis Mateer
It’s true, just after recording my Labor Day poem in front of Stockman’s Bank, I heard “give me all your money!” so I looked up and luckily recognized two of the three homeless men strolling drunkenly down the sidewalk.
I think they were kidding. Or they recognized me and decided not to mug me. Either way, it was good to retain the few dollars I have in my wallet! Enjoy the holiday, Missoula!
Labor Day, morale is low at the bagel shop no labor showed but I saw him and he saw me and we conversed while we're still free to examine how the law pretends they are NOT steroid finger men but worthy of a deep respect behind the shield? we're left to guess what motivates the Teflon vests? a high desire to do their best? or violent fun and getting famous while Gonzo Googles old Mandamus? simple slogan conservative minds bumper sticker for strong blue lines while Red Rant Joe channels V to civil war with Q belief your alphabet is fucking dumb you worship moons and kill for suns all for what? to anchor names? transform your flesh to immortal stains? Labor Day, morale is low at the bagel shop no labor showed but I saw him and he saw me and we conspired while we're still free to examine how words abuse offering choices you cannot choose so refuse!