Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Through this door there's no prayer of escape
Tongue on floor, I just stare, mouth agape
As I try to make sense
Of the why and the whence
I'll ignore what's a very big ape.
Drugged-up Dick Powell is threatened by a ghostly Mike Mazurki in
Murder My Sweet
(Edward Dmytryk, 1944). Titled by dreamy doorman David Cairns.
Post a Comment
Post Comments (Atom)