Haze
You know it is deadly, Composed of gasoline Burned and unburned; Passed through a Catalyst Unconverted. (You know it is.) You know that when you breath It burns the back of your throat, Like an unfiltered Cigarette. You know all this, But still it is beautiful As it splays headlights Into beams of unholy light; As it twists around street lamps Landing gently on the cold Blacktop, Smoothing the world with a Cold, unclean hand.