A little gumshoe nostalgia from Dime Pulp, and a few episodes of Better Than Dead, A Detective Story I authored under a pseudonym.
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Better Than Dead—20
by Colin Deerwood I was looking down the barrels of half a dozen police specials while they slapped the cuffs on me. I don’t think they suspected me of causing the carnage but they were playing it …
![THE BALLAD OF THE BLACK POET WHO RAN A TIGHT
SHIPWRECK….
hooraaaay! every confetti square
correctly bears the bulla for flaming ember — the openly
apocalyptic poem with black seismic timbral / my pitch orphic
as i’ve lost my willing ear leant for you to sing your sisal:
the black-owned coffeeshop — gone
the black-owned bookstore — gone gone
so feel free to take this from me as well:
my grating groundswell as metaphor for a stone-age guillotine
[ insert cute novice-poet wordplay here, something like add + verse + aerial ]
never once have i skinned a cat
never once did i dim you down
but it doesnt mean i never lingered in the ledgers
i’ve modeled your grift & kept track what you owe
the grand 21st century bestowal: never again bestrewn
so hark now, o, fay Anti-villain
and pray tell your fellow fascists
the presages of the once-fallen Fabulist
risen from Grief into Romance by Intimate Virtue
hark now & sound the trumpets
or hark now & ring the alarm!](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:yk73yccoyregpa5a4l4ij35t/bafkreibv2zhofmj2gjg2weitaf4m4rp7stxguumjbhjzvqkdqqmadqvtca)
