Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world
Monday, September 3, 2012
Pulp Poem of the Week
SHIRLEY LOCKS! SHIRLEY LOCKS WILT THOU BE MINE? THOU SHALT NOT SCREEM NOR YET FEE THE LINE BUT LAY ON CUSHION AND THINK OF ME AND DEATH AND HOW ITS GOING TO BE. B.T.K. (Dennis Rader) “Shirley Locks” 1978
A: Excellent. I intend to read it again. B: Good. I might read it again. C: So-so. I didn't mind reading it. D: Bad. I resented reading it. F: Atrocious. I finished it only because I'm compulsive that way.