When one sells mattresses,
one has an in.
Talk comes quickly
to the point.
A woman wants to
purchase a mattress.
Take it from there.
Gil BrewerPlay It Hard1960
Monday, August 29, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Pulp Poem of the Week
I was as hollow and
empty
as the spaces between the
stars.
Raymond ChandlerThe Long Goodbye1953
Monday, August 15, 2011
Pulp Poem of the Week
Cars littered
the sloped lawn
like discards
on green felt.
Gil BrewerA Taste for Sin1961
Monday, August 8, 2011
Pulp Poem of the Week
The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
Langston Hughes“Suicide’s Note”1925
Monday, August 1, 2011
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