Berlin Poems : fell asleep listening to David Hockney interviews about painting space. He said he was somewhat of a space junkie. I’m thinking about this on a walk through the abandoned airport in Templehof, Berlin, and writing a poem. It’s really cold out.
Space Freak
By Jedidiah Jackson
Pulled a string or two so I could get the room in the old hotel on the very edge of the Grand Canyon
See I am something of a space freak
I took it in with a camera that rolled back with a crank dial by the thumb. It took an hour to photograph
Later at the gallery, it looked too flat and I knew it must be painted
See, I’m somewhat of a space freak
I seek the contour
The traveling edge that holds space
A hug
ass slap deer trail
mountain crags
It can be near or becoming a dark purple in the color optics of distance and often the contour of space is a brown road through the country
With trees on the side
That could also be bushes
Burning sage,
granting Kabbalah wishes
Timbuktu
George Washington’s Cherry
Paul Bunyan, the Mississippi
And more words that deliver mass
And jolts
No seat belts in 1930
Bumpy road
the old jalopy
getting lucky
In bed or the back seat
Tan brown thighs, calloused hands toe connected to lip halfway to the elbow somewhere, lost in the hair
Lovers have the distance compressed
For example: there’s a red bear
Standing on its hind legs with his paws raised
Gerrr
Roar
And all of that
On a bottle cap
In a field
That has overgrown an
abandon airport
Here
And the bottle cap
In the grass on the path i took because it’s along this contour sideline going out into the distance of the airport
And I’m thinking about Saturday night
I fell asleep with David
Hockney interviews on the Internet
David told all who wanted to know about space and his trip to photograph the Grand Canyon
I want that
I lean over to look
the master of the universe is a artist
the sky is always a perfect color
