My Soul Laughing

 

The Devil
rides in a
drop top Cadillac
looking
to and fro
for trouble.
She has
bare feet
and red painted toes.
The sun kisses
strawberry locks
curling,

crashing,

dripping,


down onto a faded
Grateful Dead T.
She smiles
at me,
cinder black heart.
I burst into flames.
I want to run
to her.
Fight for
her. Kill
for her.

And she eats my soul laughing.