The streets are sweating tonight.
The putrid flesh glistens with fat coagulating in gutters and drains.
The air is weighed down by billowing sick smoke and crowds of thirsty insects.
Neon light bounces up off the slick perspiration,
burning and blistering the eyes.
Reluctant lungs suck in foul fumes dense with burnt flesh and tepid bile.
Traffic lights melt down to kneeling lamp posts,
while crosswalks run to seek a sea of contaminated white paint.