never fight
for a girl
again,
angel.

the four sacred things are good.
and womyn are for more than children.
and means are still sad in the light of the more fair.
and i still have my destiny to attend to.

thirty more years, and then there’s that, and then…
all i want is lots of fucking Clonazapam and a few cigarettes, and some dope.
fuck the state.
showed up today but they weren’t there, so i have to go to the full moon gathering and become a werewolf.

never fight for a girl again, angel.
she’ll come to you in time.
she’ll come to you, because of your writing(s).
so stop looking and just wait for her.

please…