BROKEN ARROW
It used to, it used to....mean
warfare. On the march. Broken
treaty. Now? Probably just
another keyboard direction on
some downtrodden laptop with
an opinion about everything.
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And, really, who cares? That
Lily, in the Valley, the flower
I keep hearing about? I wouldn't
think that gives a damn either.
I used to endless-walk around
Philadelphia. Now I pitch for
marbles in dead ground.
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Some crazy fucks ut o the warpath?
Let hem take what they want and
I'll rip them a new spine. Later on.
After the witnesses have all gone
home. Lady Spindell and Mara
Cabernet included. I don't need
either of those two fissures.
(Like a birdbath is the new norm)?
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