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
