contaminated
with need
Gil Brewer
“Investment”
1974
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Pulp Poem of the Week
This was the way it
ended. You learned
everything there was
to learn, you took care
of every contingency,
you memorized,
you rehearsed—
and then some kid
locked a dog in a safe
a thousand miles away
and you were done.
Charles Williams
All the Way
1958
