this is the life

the man looked over his shoulder and realised he was alone on the road. he pushed his foot down on the accelerator and reached for the volume control. dorian gray had just won the race at newmarket and the crowd was going mental. next time i might go for it, he thought. a rabbit raced across the highway running away from certain death. an eagle was flying in the distance or maybe it was a vulture, these things didn't matter to him. he thought of the smell of her skin. and of the fact that he was maybe never going to see her again. foot down. feel the wind on your face. the man knows this is it. this is just what dreams are made of. the sound of the car enveloped everything. folded him in. erased his being. gears. petrol. metal. road. if he hadn't left it would all have been too easy. or too complicated. the gods were not smiling at him then. foot down. the smell of dead skunk filters through the memories. cows graze in the distance. there's the first star. the first one here. the last one somewhere else. all tomorrows are somebody's yesterdays. he couldn't remember the colour of the walls. they spent themselves in those things. walls. doors. windows. all gone. boxes empty in a corner. a girl fuzzy against a shower curtain. a thread of water running down her side. foot down. get somewhere. go nowhere. keep moving.