The Mist of the Evening Downtown Pavement

Taxis strolling,  traffic lights blinking, yellow lights envelopes the city. Fumes of beggar’s urine in the corner of every pavement. Tracks of vomit from a hard night’s drink. Boozed out nigga strolling in an invisible crooked track. Silly bitches shrieking with laughter as they are now high in stones. Homeless people on their cardboards snoring clutching their empty bottles of wisky. I turned my headlights off. I’d rather see blackness than this absurd insanity.