Monday, October 12, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week



Ostensibly a lawyer,
he maintained
a luxurious Hollywood office.
He even kept office hours.
But he hadn't appeared
in a courtroom for years.
He didn't have to.
He knew where too many bodies,
male and female,
had spent their lost weekends.
His was a nasty business
but he never had trouble
with his conscience.
He had none.
Day Keene
Framed in Guilt
1949

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