One stubbled leg hobbled and two withered hands grasped
Begging for decency the one, the other an antidote to life
Stained Xylazine fingers and flurried Fentanyl eyes—
Intoxicated, delirious, and frenetic before the discountenance
Of society and its discontents

Uncomely and bloated in countenance, grotesque, throat retching 
Howling for salvation or a ferry ride with Kharon across the River Styx—
Hallucinations and shadows, surfeited with loathing, dejected to Hell
Grotesque, deformed, and maimed in the meat grinder
Of our sin, sickness, and solitude

Sorry eyes of resentment, hollow, piercing—nicotine fingers, twisted
Waiving at cars, phantoms, or specters—gazing at eternity
With Gnostic leers and occultic sagacity into the devil’s breath—
A Perfume of honey and rose, redolent of the divinity
Of the impalpable contagion of man

Putrid breath, vomiting, pagan bones contorted
Caught in-between unabashed hedonism and anti-natalism
Not to be born is best, second, to return whence one came
With Cyrenaic haste; we looked at each other but his eyes were mine
And I seethed with nausea and disgust