further, faster, farther

  Polished painted steel cuts through the fog on quad rubber wheel, and it’s so comforting the warm glow of the instrument panel, heat kicking on the windsheild and the floor, my fingers fit the wheel’s mold. Beyond tinted glass the few remaining christmas lights glow with renewed fascination… the simplest of displays are all the more wonderful because they remain. A strange urgency fills the night and fifty five doesn’t seem fast enough to out run the stuff that is rotting in the hollows of my heart. Three, 2, one, red, yellow, green and go, not knowing where the finish line is, forgetting where we start, trying to leave the feelings that keep us apart in the rear veiw. The sweetest love i ever knew has got me driving fast through the morning dew, the minutes until dawn are the only things that are true. Drifting, shifting, pushing the petal so far into the carpet. Warp speed metal shell drive me far away from the hell that i made for myself… I could be the man she wants me to be if i could forgive her for not being the girl i wanted her to be.

Another mile and i might be free of the me that’s killing me.

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