I was led to believe
I was a puppet shaped
from wood held
by strings
I broke my spine kneeling
to the larger idol that destroyed the rest of them
trust me, I’m a real boy
I spoke and there was the world
No men are gods
And all men are gods
And the thing never forgotten
isn’t genocide; but that whoever came up
with the idea that we are not gods but godly
has not fucked themselves enough
reached the climax some call heaven on earth
(except that heaven has always been on earth)
has not smoked pot enough times
has not cried endlessly for weeks
weeping
for nothing
then reached the Avatar State
I was touched by an angel
touched
told that my dick did not belong in his ass
that even though I was a Jew not a number
it was irrational
to say
that I didn’t think Hannah, or Elyse, or
even Sarah
would be fun to fuck
trust me, I’m a real boy
trust me
thrust me
in those long strong arms
that led me out of Egypt
and tell me its ok
tell me its ok
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023
Restless, agitated no wave for modern times built around razor-sharp guitar and roiling percussion from Jane Doe Ensemble. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2022