MASSES 7 photography by jakie nickerson styling by niklas bildstein zaar
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Sludge
I am become sludge,
The corrosive compulsions
That tackled the weak and the helpless.
I am become fumes,
The destroyer of worlds,
Eat the lungs of the lost and the selfish.
But yet, through the smogscreen,
Somehow I see embers,
Like crackling fire pits
During December-
So warm and inviting,
But I cannot budge,
For I'm buried,
Right up to my waist,
In the sludge.
Viceroy and Vicodin,
Chasing the dragonfly.
I'm a nice boy, but the vices win,
So sorry but say goodbye.
Alcohol and Ativan,
Mindset like dragon fruit.
All will fall, and man will stand,
Or speak up,
but I'm rendered mute,
Immobilized-
Up to my thighs.
I can't hold a grudge,
Against anyone,
Or anything.
For I am become sludge.
Don't come near my corpse,
Don't donate my organs,
They're worthless-
Worse than their heirs.
They're old and diluted,
Tylenol and Dilaudid
Made sure they're no good to share.
As I've said, I'm addicted,
Go ahead and scorn.
Go ahead and push me,
Try your best to reform.
Try all that you can,
I bet you won't get much done.
I bet I won't hear a word that you say,
Even “love.”
I bet you'll give up
after one failed nudge.
I bet you'll soon join
all the people who judge.
I bet I won't even notice,
My glasses all smudged.
I am become nothing,
If it not be sludge.
