| i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving delirious nude, mask upon mask, of two-faced hypocricy,
who lust for something more, tattering through empty hallways, publishing burning obscene thoughts,
who overeat stress, have desperate desires for fast results, low-carb big macs, beer chugged down hot pipes of teens,
who worship abercrombie cropped skirts, laced with tiffany chains, j.crew drapped on, northface snugged, brands brands brands is all that is thought of,
flipetflippity while popping bubble gum, hair blowing with the top down of daddy's new lexus,
who needs the feeling of the high and happiness, meeting angels and demons with no faces ever seen,
who devours chocolate hersey bars, settled down with warm wine, inhaling ben & jerry's, met with a taste of dominos pizza, jogging down the lot,
who demands shopping sprees, new heels for the season, crazy obsessions of self-exploitation, no shame to speak of,
who subscribed to vogue, and seventeen, winning staring contests with the mirror of the girl who has the magazine cut out haircut,
who cries out in horror of the tearing image of the falling twins, taping patriotism on the back windows of their SUV's,
who lottledales a carefree, picking the most randomly, only to later complain how our government came to be,
who cowered in unwashed dorms in underwear, naked darkness, hysterical stares, ripping hair, cutting wrists blood crying down as floods of the heavens, and listening to sobs of the negro night,
who chase after the monster of popularity, outcasts are looked on the down, the in-crowd is a must or life is a labeled failure,
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alochol
pointless brush strokes, countless descriptions, numerous tries,
who care brittle teeth, hollow-eyed and high sat smoking the bong chasing the dragon,
who trudge down cold streets of hard unfamiliar faces, sleeping in corners of downtown buildings, up in a ball, leaving nothing behind,
who knock on metal doors, stroll carts of aluminum cans, fingers numb from the biting and gnashing cold,
who left the life of the perfect, mistakes all around, regret hovers and seeking nothing is everything,
drugs, food, trends, people, pride, brands,
who spent time away for so long nothing seems to matter, nothing seems to exist or make sense.
hannah chung
(inspired by YOWL and HOWL)
--and no..i'm not depressed. jeez.-- |
