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A moment before the gun fires
the only glint in the eye is
the gun's reflection: liquid silver,
and the only thing reflecting
in the gun's metal is cowardice.
Behind the eye, within the folds
of cortexes and passage ways,
a movie plays called "Flash."
I am its sole viewer, no hollywood
for me because I am gutless;
I can't stick it out to sell
my life to a producer, but
if the studio system
were still in existence
launching stars to fame,
that would be reason enough
to stick around. Thank God
for the gift of choice.
© 2014 Nicholas Emeigh
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Part of the group "Record-A-Poem," and part of the Playlist "The Poetry of Nicholas Emeigh" which includes 40+ other poems.
Notes: This poem was written on Saturday, January 19, 2014.
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