age ten, sang in the boy choir
too close to figure what boys are
learned words I still don’t understand
Adam was led out by the hand
he showed up
with something tied in his hair
Father was calling the Director
“here is the law
that fuses the church
you’re nearly a man
time to cut out that urge”
we start to look out
making bracelets at lunch
we’re watching our speech
we’re not speaking enough
Olly asks me to pierce his ears
he learned how from his sisters here
running through Father’s cabinets
holding his head over the sink
he sang a scream
that caved in the room
my hands and his neck
dripping wet on our shoes
eyes start to shake
heavy feet start to run
arms out of nowhere
pull me out of the blood
then we found out
here is the law
that fuses the church
had to suck on a rag
soaked in rice vinegar
Luke and Jerome
the identical twins
I got sent off to St. I’s
never saw those friends again
Rarely an album title evokes that perfectly what’s inside … on a solidly bass base, mid-tempo post-punk songs progressing like nothing could stop them. Somehow, Berlin atmosphere transpires. JJPOP13