how to survive a train wreck

it is uncomfortable, watching a marriage disintegrate. you never know what to do with your eyes.
do you let them drift back and forth as though you are watching a tennis match? or do you look away?
"oh my, what's that over there?"
i am quite certain that the worst thing to do is to share a glance that suggests "aren't we the lucky ones?"
and "glad that's not us".
this is bad form.
no, i think the thing to do, since we are stuck here watching this deconstruction, is to close our eyes.
this saves our feelings and theirs.

because you told me to...

...i will say here and now that the Arctic Monkeys rock.
they rock in a frenzy of fists.
they rock until i feel like a punk school kid in a bbc movie.
like a pair of plaid pants and combat boots.
slap my bum and call me a bint.
i'm caught.
like hard thighs and lies in the back seat of a car.
like french kissing in an office chair as it twirls and makes you want to hurl.

just turn 'em up and let me go.



"...so all that's left, is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf."

strictly speaking

i once made you cry
a stream of weakness.
tonight i am wondering, do i still break your heart?