the words weren't mine

come on she said just make like you want me
and we can drive this thing down to the coast
a deathtrap perhaps its sundry rattles
mimicking a number of nuns clacking
their rosaries under the hood for luck
plus the radio’s half cut happily
up for confronting us two and the sea
with a warm river of interference

can’t be bad I thought the signal shorting
like some mornings there isn’t much of me
to be persuaded takes almost nothing
really I started talking suggesting
my face could find something to give away
to spend time with the less empty headed