a new periodic table of elements 

i know there is something wrong with me
because i think i would make a good angel.
not one of the prophecy angels 
(i've never had great people skills)
but one of the builder angels 
who says things like "what if there was 
an element that sang but only in the dark."
i would take a sketch pad & sit on the moon.
dream all kinds of laughter to be dug
from a hole in the worried earth.
maybe it is arrogance or maybe it is 
a desire to be a painter. i just think
i could sew some delights that humans
would worship. a sweet lavender rock.
maybe bird creatures who were their own
element. in the end though i know i am prone 
to satanhood. i don't think i would
last long as an angel. my inevitable fall
might come from too much ambition
or maybe just being a brat. telling god,
"i don't care if think this is too much."
if i am a patron of anything it is of "too much."
but, i think it would all be worth it.
my new periodic table of trinkets
would remain even after all my feathers
were gone. a certain kind of breeze 
that smelled like cedar smoke. a mineral that
shines but only for queer people.
maybe it is better i am just a poet
with little dreams i spin into fishtanks. 
still, i can see my unfettered devil self.
he-she grants glorious wishes. makes everything
glow radiant & wild. invents enough elements 
to fill a dictionary. to feed every wing.
to stock the sky with pears.