I get them
mixed-up,
confuse
dinosaurs
for dragons,
dragons
for dirty
white girls
in tank tops
rolling
drop tops,
and them
for the
devil
but only
after.
I come from
pitch night
terror
and troubles
that trump
tender tendrils
of goodness
and god
but I would
burn the world
down
just to give
you a bucket
of ashes
if that
is what
you want.
I would throw
old people,
the handicapped,
aside in
burning
stacked-brick
building
to save you ,
I would
smother
the breath
of your lover
if you
nodded and
told me to...
I would commit murder,
treason,
and heresy,
blasphemy.
Anathema?
I will be that
and more
I would slap
at angels like
mosquitoes and
kick deities
in the ass
like mouthy
cowards afraid
of what I might
do.
I would fly
into fiery fate
with you,
if you would but choose.
I would fight God
for you
and lose.