It is hard to put it all together:
the thoughts, the memories,
each step leading to the next.
Sometimes, I'm so full of myself
and other times I am the sum
total of all my empty spaces.
I have a desert in my stomach,
I have a sink-hole in my heart;
my mouth knows only the full
echo of my own moaning. Hell,
if I had known this was the price
of a shambling afterlife, why I
would've let myself get bitten
long ago. You can shove this
pale ethic of "do unto others
as you'd have them do unto
you." I am a zombie and I am
proud. We are the last laugh
on a consumerist culture gone
all cannibal on itself. We are
the face of tomorrow: endless,
bottomless, without misgiving;
we consume like there's no such
thing as tomorrow. We deserve
everything that we can fit inside
our mouths. We will chew it up,
we will make it part of our bodies
We are the blank generation, and
we can take it or leave it each
time. Remember the guy who sang
that? He called himself Richard Hell.
I think he rose from the cold grave
a few days ago, wanting nothing
more than to be heard in death
as he wasn't in life. Also, it seems
he wants Tom Verlaine... badly.
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