Kissing you makes me feel like Godzilla!
I warned her. Oh wow, she responded.
That makes me so happy and warm inside.
Maybe you’re being sarcastic, but it’s true!
I said. She said, I was being sarcastic,
but is there a time today I can see you?
I want to use my lips to turn you
into a scaly monster, she warned me.
I want you to be all teeth like saw blades
and flames shooting out of your snout.
And I said, wait a second, not a dragon:
Godzilla. Fire comes out of his mouth.
She was quiet for awhile. I can’t believe
you’re correcting me when we’re both
being funny, she said. She was quiet again,
then added, I want you to be human.

Monday, March 24, 2008 at 8:17 pm
Wow. I think this is my favorite Aaron Belz poem so far in 2008. Fantastic.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008 at 4:09 pm
Dude! Thank you very much. Your opinion means a lot to me.
I need to put up those Howard poems sometime.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008 at 12:04 pm
Wow!
Godzilla is such a great being to be.
This poem totally rocks, Aaron!