Shoulders

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 forearmBicep shoulderA surfers backlike 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 onWith a reach into horizontal space Like a fat jacket collar Tilted and filled by the heart gustoWind in sails Space The role of cheek bonesSomething 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 daughtersbright pink Swedish Barbie Moving fractal of Japanese tennis skirts, giggling as they stumble on the red carpet on the white marble of the stairsA point in beauty where the strongest line is eyebrow she kisses her man his hand squeezes her assTo Twinkie guys circle a marble naked statue of young manThen 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 womanLol 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.