Empty Love Gun Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

Empty Love Gun



Like A Car Without A Driver
For The Man Without A Face
Without A Girl To Flag Him On
Leaders Of Our Left
Audiences Of Empty Stands
Ever In The Middle
Conflict Within The Seats
Full Of Fallen Patriots
Never To Live Again


Seated With The Dead
A Patriot From Another Land
My Father Without A Face
Another Day To Pass
Another Night To Die
To Relive It All Again
Dying Crushed Ideals
Dead Again And Again
Transplanted Heart-Dead
Disappointment In Dying
Souls Eternal Tear
Cry Far Along The Flat Line
Of Time When Ideals' End


While His Son Left In Fear
To Speak In Dissonance
I Ignored The Collective
To Carry On In Life
My Father I Dream Still
Along The Freedom Winds
In Many Prior Nights
And Many Dreams to Come
Not A Passenger Of The Right
A Party Out Of Step
Racing To Nowhere Fast

Shooter: On Your Mark!

The Starting Pistol Aimed
Up To Start The Race
Engines Roar To A Whisper
In An Ever Ending Quiet
Made To Silent Daze


Shooter: Get Set... Stop!


Revolver Love Gun
Chambers In A Heart
Four Of Them Empty
Like My Father Is In Life
As Subsonic Frequency
A Transient In Reverse
Hollow Blank Stare...

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