Paperweight Poetry

If there is no love left in this world Then gut the stars from the sky Rattle the moon until it falls down like ribbon unfurled And wring the ocean dry  Stifle the sunlight until it suffocates Flick the birds from the trees Stomp upon the flower petals like an African dance gait  And etherize the wind into an asthmatic wheeze  Let us burn the clocks into ticking ashes Drain the sky of its blue  Exchange our souls for meager cash  Tear out our hair and set fire to our clothes too  For we are nothing without love  Like a bird without wings  Or wings without the bird to trust  So that nothing is love without us.  -anna sluder

I wonder if the stars are laughing at us For calling them sacred infinities so bright When really what they are trying to tell us  Is that we are the most promising light.  -anna sluder