there is no better sound
to my waiting ears
than the sweet caress
of an
i love you
sure, craft your
exquisite love poems
romance me with
grand flourishes
of word choice
and rhyme scheme
write me a sonnet,
if you'd like
but nothing is as
sweet
caring
and true
as a simple
i love you

Oh, you poor little z,
you always cry, "no one uses me!"
Oh you poor little thing,
they only use you in zebra or zing!

In hangman, you are never a letter,
the smartest kids know that "a" is much better.
In word searches you are always ignored,
we know they wrote you in when they were bored.

Only in Scrabble are you the king
10 points to a player is what you'll bring!
So, don't despair, my little z,
You're always worth 10 points to me.

you call yourself a friend
but you've got a collection of knives
you contemplate each day
hmm which should i use this time?
how about the steal her boyfriend blade,
thats quite a lethal one
or maybe i'll use the
gossip about her *** life knife
that always seems to shut her up
ooh i know the one
its perfect, really,
i call it the
act like everything's fine machete
one stab
and its all it takes
for her whole foundation
to crumble to the ground

ghosts
no, they're not white
or like anything
you think they are
and yet,
you see them all the time
in restaurants
on buses
walking down the street
shells of people
alive
but not really
moving in circles
day after day
those vacant stares
slack jaws
unshaven faces
mismatched socks
still don't think you know a ghost?
then you very well may be one.