A.j. Binash

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

Rip Neal - Poem by A.j. Binash

Neal was high on speed. Off his tongue rolled spontaneous prose. Jack documented each word. Leaving each line to chance like a jazz band indulging new chords-

Neal was high on speed. Pummeling his biceps with closed fists. Keeping the beat of life. An apeman swinging off the vines of the concrete jungle-

And Neal said "I am Dean"
And Jack said "No. You're a legend"

Off went Neal. High on speed. Counting the railroad tracks beneath his footsteps. Struggling through the ice rain to find the next town. He never got there-

And Jack wept over his grave
Producing enough water
To grow wild roses

As wild as the men
Who discovered the west

A year later-Jack buried himself in blood

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013


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