To the West

w e  f l o a t  I N  T H E  D A R K

If at the end of your life, all you do is die, you got off easy.

~KK aka KF aka GC 11/21/14

A Previous Life

h i d e i n o u r h e a v e n l y L O C K E R P O R C H A T T I C

Epilogue Lies

They were MTV stars
Briefly
Pink hair and meaningless [?]
Words
So bright all they needed was
White space
Now they’re banished
To New Zealand
But the universe
Is on their side
The hopeful dreariness
Of immaculate cloud cover
A renaissance unearthed
By the newness in street signs
Another three-legged dog
And the SAME three-legged dog.
We are bungeed by the one
Collared in Christmas lights
G[S]l[n]owing
Strung up for FEARS but ALIVE.

[GC aka KK]

Ride the Ghost Train

w h a t a w o n d e r f u l F A L L

Reparations in Berlin

Third shift Americans
Catch the harmless cry
Of tire swinging German children
From their temporary
Fourth floor balcony

Feel that Soul Train
Coming into Candy’s Studio?
How can you NOT dance
Here in 2014?!*@

I can hear the poems
In other languages NOW
‘Cause I KNOW some
Of their WORDS.

Daytime attacks are like
Summer colds
Kelly’s trying to get over them
But paranoia rings broke in
Her [f]ears

Gina sees every form of a word
Like clutter in Her head
She’s sure the canal holds
The friendliest dealers

Most of her knights ended
In ellipses
And like a sexual advance
Lainey says
I’ll turn these into
Black and white.

The casual slant rhyme
Is a poet’s currency
We missed the lights
But this dipper’s sittin’ pretty

And HERE
The trees can hang
Imagine all those tea lights
Floating along the [s]z[c]i[e]ne
Miss Knox is really a seventeen
Year old girl under
All that dull glitter

And the swans disappeared
Under Landwerk Bridge
To coast Blue Jay Way
As she snapped their essence.

~Gina Casper aka Kelly Kolson

Make Contact

c o n s u l t T H E O R A C L E

We’ve won just by choosing the Journey.

~Gina Casper for Eddie Ryder, 10/21/14, 3:52 a.m.

F E E L L I K E T R A V E L I N G ?

[C.A. aka L.K.]