a private dick's door is always open
ushering in an unending,
unappetizing parade of gutter trash
shadowy denizens of the demi-monde
calculating dames, hard eyes, fake tears
unsavoury criminals, sweaty and shifty
desperate femmes fatales, red lips full of lies
untrustworthy, twitchy homosexuals
sooner or later, they all show up
sitting in his dimly-lit office
begging for his help
hard-boiled and hungover
always in need of cash
of course he takes their cases
heading out once more to
decaying urban streets
night-time steam from rusty grates
grey fog and yellow smoke
grimy back alleys with no escape
cross / double-cross / triple-cross
who can he trust?
not even himself
the smoking gun
the sharpened stiletto
the pool of blood
Rain really inspired me with this week's Art Date theme! I adore Film Noir movies. When I first moved to Edmonton, there was a local film club which held weekly public screenings of classic black-and-white movies and I saw many of the great Film Noir masterpieces there.
As you can tell from the photos, I have both vertical and horizontal blinds at my place. OMG, I live in a Film Noir movie set!
The first art piece was done with a white Prismacolor pencil on black paper. The second piece was done with a white and a black Prismacolor pencil on grey paper. Both are based on other artists' original work that I found on the internet.
[Poetry, photos and art all © Debra She Who Seeks, January/February 2021]