Found Poetry of the Hard-boiled Variety

I like what David Rachels is doing over at Pulp Poem of the Week

He is taking snippets from hard-boiled pulp and noir fiction and reformatting them so they read like poetry. He is only doing one a week so right now there aren't that many, but I think it will be worth checking back.

I especially like the one from 77 Rue Pardis by Gil Brewer about the snapshot of the girl in a bikini which ends:

She had

large breasts. She had been

unable to control them.