Without Headlights

Erase the scars from my palms

A boy choir sings the psalms

The vespers that would lull us to sleep

Two fables duct taped

Stories of pillage, stories of rape

Cars burning the streets

But you, dear, will you steer?

Wet whisper in my ear

Close breathing, slow and queer

The texture of hair

Tears in the malt shop

The engine idled, choked and stopped

Before I had the chance to drive far in the deep, dark night without headlights

To drive far in the deep, dark night without headlights

Without headlights

To drive far in the deep, dark night without headlights

Without headlights

Without headlights