The Beat To A Pulp Poetry Project is an experimentation of verse written in the style of a complete and original pulp Fiction tale by Jason Disley. It is a series of forty poems that when read in order they will tell a story.
The story is of a small time crook called Johnny On The Spot, his infatuation for a beautiful female Jazz Singer called Ruby – who is in a relationship with Jack Rabbit Blood the local mobster who really shouldn’t be crossed. Johnny On The Spot decides that he really must be with Ruby and believes that he can only get her by becoming as powerful as Jack Rabbit Blood. What ensues is a tale that is a tale of lust, violence, Jazz and prohibition in an unnamed American city. There is a grizzled Detective too. So all the elements of a great Pulp Fiction story.
Here is the first poem:
Johnny- On -The- Spot
At the Trottery
Dancing on a dime
feeling
Dead on time
with enough bread to burn a wet mule
Giggle water washing it down
Gin Mill Cowboys watching on
As the Honky tonk angel clings like a rash
Johnny- On – The -Spot
Eyeballs
The Jack Rabbit Blood at the end of the bar.
The Gator revealing a Gat
Time to do a Houdini
Time to Agitate the gravel
Johnny -On – The -Spot
Jazz Baby want’s to jitterbug
Now is not the time to
Get wise
It’s a natural gas that you can’t
Zig a Zag
Now is not the time to
Shake the polish off your shoes!
Johnny -On – The -Spot
Jack Rabbit Blood
Has got the blast on you
Cut the scene!
Johnny
You don’t want to be On – The- Spot no more.
It’s a foul up!
From soup to nuts
Gorilla Jack Rabbit Blood
Has a Moth’s chance in a nudist colony
if
You
Noodle it out.
Miss
Throwing lead
Fly it through to endsville
Bump
Jack Rabbit Blood
Another time.
when its his
turn
to
be
Johnny -On -The – Spot
Written by Jason Disley
The plan for the project is to eventually get it published with a collection of original images. If you go to The Beat To A Pulp Poetry Project you will find the collection on Facebook, where most of the poems are available to read. Naturally the end has not been revealed yet as this is being withheld until publication.
For now I will close this blog with the second poem within this collection – allowing you another taste of what has been so far a very interesting project and one that will one day be complete and ready to share.
Jack Rabbit Blood
Jack Rabbit Blood
The man is up to no good
He is the
Iceman
Cometh the hour
A Gator with a Gat
Who with a smile
Puts lead buttons in your vest
Avoiding
The
Hot Squat
And
Being fried
In that powerful chair
He sips juice in his
Cellar bar lair
Knowing he can not be
Fingered for a certain crime.
The Witch with the sleek chassis
Turns her lamps on him
As another bulb
In
The neon night
Blows out.
Written by Jason Disley
Jason Disley 