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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, June 30, 2008
The guy was dead
as hell.
Mickey Spillane
Vengeance Is Mine
1950
Monday, June 23, 2008
Take me in some place
where I can't see them.
In away from
the open sky.
Glaring--
a thousand eyes--
Cornell Woolrich
Night Has a Thousand Eyes
1945
Monday, June 16, 2008
Dramatics, buddy?
No, sir. No dramatics.
God or Fate or
some mysterious force
can put the finger
on you or on me
for no good reason at all.
Martin M. Goldsmith
Detour
1939
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The guy was dead as hell. Mickey Spillane Ve...
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