A.j. Binash

Rookie - 44 Points (04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

A.j. Binash Poems

121. A Mutation Of Thought 2/20/2014
122. Common Stain. 2/23/2014
123. A Reason To Miss Me 2/24/2014
124. 'I Am A Real American' 2/25/2014
125. I Need Out Of This Room! 2/26/2014
126. Nawlin's Funeral 3/1/2014
127. Youthful Entertainment 3/3/2014
128. Retire In Love, Or Die Alone? 3/3/2014
129. Don'T Sell Me California Cheese As If It Were From Wisconsin 3/4/2014
130. Scumbags Anonymous. The Tour Continues. 3/16/2014
131. A House Of Cards Is Fragile 3/18/2014
132. Love Has No Value? 3/19/2014
133. Grateful For The Dirt I Walk On 3/14/2014
134. A Walk About Town 3/20/2014
135. Just Another Self Loathing Poet 3/21/2014
136. Decayed Romance 3/25/2014
137. Jesus Talks! 3/25/2014
138. Sometimes I Feel Helpless. How Wistful 3/27/2014
139. Some Love Is Open Eyed And Complacent. 3/28/2014
140. Rose Scented Tampons 3/28/2014
141. A Means To An End. 3/29/2014
142. Making Love, Or Making Babies? 3/30/2014
143. His Face Among The Clouds. 3/31/2014
144. Never Die 4/1/2014
145. Own Me 4/2/2014
146. 'You'Re A Slick Little Girl.' 4/2/2014
147. Never Say Die 4/13/2014
148. This Midwestern City... 4/14/2014
149. There's Nothing Better To Do 4/17/2014
150. Yesterday's Hits. Today's Favorites. 4/18/2014
151. I Am Bored. So, I Am In Love. 4/18/2014
152. Gah! Sometimes I Am So Bored...I Could...? 4/22/2014
153. Addicted To The Bling 4/23/2014
154. I Know I Am A Loser. I Just Don'T Care. 4/25/2014
155. The People Above My Bedroom Are Having Sex. 4/26/2014
156. Talk About Being A Whiner. 4/27/2014
157. Scumbags Anonymous 3/7/2014
158. The Flesh Is Weak... 3/16/2014
159. My Instagram Account 5/8/2014
160. Rob Ford Is My Hero 5/9/2014

Comments about A.j. Binash

  • Jo Da (1/14/2013 7:32:00 PM)

    love your style, A.j! !
    Keep on writing.

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Best Poem of A.j. Binash

Community Service

I sat in my car
Outside the Goodwill

Playing with distorted shadows
Made by
The glare off the sun
Over the frost designs
On my window

I poured two…maybe four
Shots of brandy
Into my coffee

A swirl of steam
Twirled under my nose
The scent of alcohol
Provided the catalyst
To tolerate
The physical labor
I was about to endure

I walked inside
And the sad faces of the poor
Displayed through their
Wrinkled scowls

My
'Boss'
Stood before me
Slouching
Wreaking of cigarettes

'This is your partner for ...

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Jazz Chorus

In A
Macrocosm
Which
Displays monuments
Of rock and steel

The expressions come from laborers
By way of calloused fingers
Gripping the throat of greed

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