Born in the west and forged in steel, his mother named him “Anarchy”
when Anarchy was a child he was sweet and full of wonder
the older folks called him “Arch” and let him play with guns
shooting ranges…bullet holes…squirrels…window panes
as Arch matured and got tall he wanted to be like the cowboys around him
cattle drives…saloons…hats…boots…sad music
Arch loved a girl and came under her sex spell her eyes her hair
she loved Arch…put her old man hated him
no was all he said over and over
Arch lost his girl…his way…became hard
on the inside Arch got black and stayed that way
in a saloon one day he spied a wanted poster
like this one
soon Arch became Anarchy again and became a
bounty hunter
to be continued……..