beware women grown
old
who were never
anything but young
when that goes
there is nothing left
but the mirror
and the long wait
for the dark.
There is enough treachery, hatred, violence, absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day.
Beware the average man, the average woman,
beware their love, their love is average,
seeks average,
but there is genius in their hatred,
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you,
to kill anybody,
not wanting solitude,
not understanding solitude,
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own.
Not being able to create art,
they will not understand art,
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world.
Not being able to love fully,
they will believe your love incomplete,
and then they will hate you,
and their hatred will be perfect,
like a shining diamond,
like a knife,
like a mountain,
like a tiger,
like hemlock,
their finest art.