Paperweight Poetry

People talk and talk and talk and they rarely ever say anything worth the hands of a clock;  one time i saw a man who wore Italian shoes  who carried a pink umbrella even when it didn’t rain and rambled of a time where men sang blues, and one time he looked at me and stirred his tea, he said that money really can buy happiness, I told him, but sunsets are free.  -anna sluder

My mind is uncertain waves and lonely tides  that ebb and rise and die, and there are sirens dressed as lifeguards, and they are my thoughts like blue mermaid hair that swallow and plunge and mock for they don’t know how to swim, and no one cared to wonder, why they always stayed on the rocks; and there are trembling buoys in the waves, red boxing gloves chained from the ground, and they are my thoughts, and they can only last so many rounds;  But how the ocean lets me slice into its tissue, squeeze through the gash when it is vulnerable, when the tide pulls back,  and swim in its belly, I will never know; so there are good things too, in between the pleats of mind and thought, in between siren and sea, and perhaps there is insanity, or perhaps there is just me.  -anna sluder

There are people with names and faces and friends and places  that shout words at me, vaguely in my vicinity  because I am a dandelion seed still wavering between realms,  caught in the wind, unable to land,  like a plastic bag entangled in a branch, for I am oblivious to where I belong,  perhaps there isn’t a place for me yet, and I’m okay with that, I know, that the world owes me nothing,  but you shout words at the vagabonding void I am, give my friends and I a name that we didn’t choose, if people agree that words are guns, you might as well have called us gooks. You shake your head and waggle your finger  like a big god smoking a pipe, calling me, smart-ass slack fuck politically correct entitled shit  that kills everything from the cereal industry to the White House budget  Oh, and don’t forget,  netflix-binging technology possessed orange face socially awkward bitch spineless selfie-taking sensitive liberals, that always feel the need