Berlin Poems : a narrative experience in Berlin art Museum and a sailor statue inspired poem.
I am not going to in awe over a
tomato plant the same way they were
In southern Germany
Around 1646
When sunflowers were exotic
Right now I think male shoulders
And biceps are the best
Curves
The mounds transition forearm
Bicep shoulder
A surfers back
like earth lines
A move through grain
A finger into flower
The plow follows the fertile
Lines always ending and becoming
Simultaneous snakes beheaded on both necks spurting rain
Filling valleys
Curving earth
Mountains becoming the edge it ends on
With a reach into horizontal space
Like a fat jacket collar
Tilted and filled by the heart gusto
Wind in sails
Space
The role of cheek bones
Something to squint
At at at
Art
I’ve been looking at paintings in this museums so long my legs need to rest
I’m sitting on a padded edge looking up at this pretty bad ass statue of dude, massive shoulders in his captains coattail colllor waaaaay turned up like sub woofer jacket
dick fist Paul has reached massive paw into the jacket. Like thumping chest Oh he
Can have it all in his eyebrows too
like a repo lion
The return of forever running muscles,
the place where nature becomes human like a beautiful gorilla.
As I have written this poem, beautiful women have come up and the marble stair cases. They are so composed in each selection of their personal beauty.
a mother with two daughters
bright pink Swedish Barbie
Moving fractal of Japanese tennis skirts, giggling as they stumble on the red carpet on the white marble of the stairs
A point in beauty where the strongest line is eyebrow she kisses her man his hand squeezes her ass
To Twinkie guys circle a marble naked statue of young man
Then one dude comes down the stairs kind of Clark Kent, live with cardigan, sweater and thick glasses. His shoulders can hold the space
It’s not so much a size thing it’s the space it takes to be regal, the feeling of being as proud as a barge. It’s somehow Total Ape ashen it volcano , and it has no ego, complete; sultry , satisfied a simultaneous two headed snake, being beheaded raining onto the earth filling Contours, ever extending an ending like a oak tree branch, growing the light tint of a mustache on a beautiful woman
Lol
Auto dictating by mail,
My me mo my male gaze, my legs arrested. I’ve seen a few people kiss, and my eyes are hungry for more French impressionist painters
let’s go swirl in the clouds Monáe.
