you tasted just like apathy,

three nights ago when we

were conquering

the battlefield

some would call your body...

i for one, call it a pebble

that some little boy

threw in to the river,

and let it float,

perhaps void of


to the valley


manhood, where i,

a tree limb blowing

in the wind

waited patiently


someone to

put me back together

i will continue waiting, babe...

no matter how long

it takes...