by Travis Mateer
Today the fun begins! Are you ready, Missoula? The game that is afoot, starting NOW, is figuring out WHERE I’m going to be depositing bags of trash collected from the the banks of the Clark Fork river. To assist, I’ve composed a VERY SPECIAL poem full of clues, kind of like that poet who wrote a shitty poem leading to gold and jewels.
My own child (the one named after the poet, T.S.) is so eager to read these verses, he actually texted me this morning asking for the poem, but unfortunately the lines I added have rendered it inappropriate for public school. I mean, shit, even the college kids can’t handle what the TRASH ALCHEMIST is concocting for eclipse day.
If you want to scrutinize a hard copy of this poem, keep your eyes open for little flyers soon to arrive at local coffee shops. For now, here’s the audio version, plus ukulele.
Game ON!
