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.

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