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

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