Fight Night

sidewalks treaded in gray
madness like mist in the air- like a heavy froth -
garbage collects in the grate-
morning smells like fight, challenge, shadow, wet,
no one should wake (sleep this all away!)
no one should walk to work (this smell offends)

human containers drifting in the air, senseless mess.
senseless mess this is. 

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