untitled (not latvian at all, but inspired by a latvian)

when i took that sad thing
in my hand and looked at it
it had a foreign appeal
like i'd never seen it this way before

it had somehow shrunk
like an old man at the end
this is the mighty sword
that led me to conquests
in strange wet beds

it was strong as it pierced 
soft defenses
it was held by tender caresses
and soft kisses

it found safe harbor
in between silken legs
and it always was good
for a sail or two

now it is blinded
by apathy
and a lapse in memory
it's good for nothing now
but a laugh or two to think
how it used to think for itself
and its cocksure owner/handler.

(c) jim hill (01-25-10)