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Don't Bury Me in New JerseyDon't Bury Me in New JerseyDon't Bury Me in New Jersey by TheActionIndex
This town, evermore industrial, street sound of machine,
nonstop chimney blow
steel girder apparatus
of coming motel attraction--skeletal, sign saying:
pay-by-hour rooms for easier more
affordable love affair
This town grey streets Roadwork Ahead
detour drear devours all roads, sends me now and forever through
backroads where children play no longer, where I once played,
there are no computers in nature, nature does not compute
no popstars nor trendy films for teenage girls on sidewalks
no he's-so-dreamy actor boys in sunlit skies, no daydream
no need for basketball net when video game offers
infinite sense of basketball stardom for bastardized boys
This town neighbor Joe Scott whose trashcans
I brought to curbside on wintry nights, whose emphezema
was a constant dry cough, tripping over
his own wires, half-man half-machine, oxygen mask,
grandchildren whose visits never did last, well now he's dead
and you're all sorry his pictures of WWII
do you have them,
Current Residence: Someplace, USA|
Favourite genre of music: Everything!
MP3 player of choice: iPod nano but the iTouch for everything besides music
Shell of choice: Clam, duh.
Skin of choice: Flesh. Human flesh.
Personal Quote: Ah i see.
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