Car Crashes

[david]

i'd like to take this oppurtunity to confess
that i was flicking through the cd tracks when
i hit that patch of mud that started our relationship.

at 60mph on a hill just outside the village i
hit that patch of mud and drifted the vehicle
at a 45 degree angle into the steep verge where
i upended this vehicle.
Not a single sound equates that silence.

for 6 months you hung from me (as an infant hangs
on to its mother) and hung your life like a garland
because i was still in shock and cradled you.

for the record, dear, i'm doing fine now.

the real car crash occurred 4 days before we embarked
to Vietnam for a month. News seeped in about spadetje
and that she'd been killed by a drunk driver. The morning after i made amends with that girl you hated.

for the record, my sweet, i'm doing fine now.

the perfume pagoda is the only picture i have of us
still; i harbour it because i define myself by my
travels. This was a minor car crash by my
standards, and a silly mistake by yours.

for the record, my dear, we're doing fine now.

so i went this way and you went that way but that
broken record still plays from time to time,
reminding me of the cracked windshield and the view
of that house on it's side as shock set in and i said
"My insurance will be much higher next year."