ever so humid, and ever so hot; steaming us, in a cemented pot. full of noxious fumes and gasses, painting all the people that it passes.
Rush hour. Car-kissing-car. Gridlocked. angry gestures, middle-fingers cocked. that unpleasant taste of being behind the wheel; All, wanting-out of their sun-baked steel. Just three million, me and one other, Clothes sticking on like a sweaty lover.
under the suns' piercing glare, I have to squeeze my sight and squint. I strain my eyes as I over-stare, cursing my windows' useless tint.
To see my home, so polluted; The distant vista a scarlet blur. a long moment, now convoluted; duly opaqued by a heated slur.
All I want, is the smooth, cool, sleep of bed; before the moon rears it's, ugly head. - and the chocking night reels in, to tire my body and make my head spin.