A.j. Binash

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

A Means To An End. - Poem by A.j. Binash

I call prostitutes
For the conversation.

A patient ear.
A bought ear.

A little discussion over cost
Is the profit to abolish my loneliness.

When they show.
I explain how
She can sit
And look pretty.
They like that
Looking pretty.

I talk about
James Joyce,
Or Henry Miller.
Suicide attempts
And my drug abuse.

They're used to sadness.
Adapted to it
Better than most therapists.

Their clients
Content with the idea
“Company is company.”

Once they leave
I pick out the dirt
From underneath
My fingernails.

Maybe write a poem,
Or take more pills.

I'll look outside
Stare at the streetlights.
Waiting for the shadows
To listen.

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness

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  • Rookie - 44 Points A.j. Binash (3/29/2014 9:37:00 PM)

    I meant to write *content
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

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