our society
talks of acceptance
of equality,
but only if you look the part.

our society
is one filled with ***
of promiscuity,
but God forbid
if you bed anyone.

our society
idolizes love
and soul mates
but only if it is the right ***.

our society
tells us that everyone is unique,
but whatever you do
don’t be yourself.

i think it would be nice
if i were to be a ghost.

think of all the fun
i could have
while scaring people shitless.

tip over the water glasses,
the chairs,
the tables.

turn off the lights
in the evening
turn them on
at dawn.

walk around
in silk sheets
whispering quiet nothings
in your ears
watching you look around
eyes wide.

leave you little poems
that you’ve never read
because ive made them up
just then.

we could have fun
as you look right through me
just like old times.