Spoon Jackson writes from prison of the freedom he enjoys as he flies: “My heart pounds behind no chest.”
Editor’s Note: The Good Men Project initially published this poet at New Folsom in “Spoon Jackson: Writing From the Inside Out.” His work will appear weekly here on The Good Life in a new section, “Poet Behind Bars.” “At Night I Fly” has been selected for the Museum of Modern Art in New York’s prestigious Documentary Fortnight. This will be the film’s U.S. premiere. The festival is organized by MoMA Film and is held from February 15th to March 4th 2013.
This was previously published on Spoon Jackson Realness Network.
Congratulations to my Swedish brother Michel and all the folks involved in creating the realness documentary on Arts In Corrections! The film just won the The Guldbagge Award, the “Swedish Oscar” for best documentary. I am honored to be a part of it and to have the film named after my poem “At Night I Fly.”
Thank you for showing our realness around the world, while USA is stuck on hating and non forgiving. Thank you for believing in me, Sweden! Stay real!
At Night I Fly
I go where the wind hides
When it’s not blowing.
I watch the clouds gobble
Up the moon.
I see my thoughts, my feelings,
My love crash
Like seas on ships.
I stand on top of swords and spears.
Iwalk up on endless staircases and mountains
On the tips of giant nails
Drinking spirits out of huge goblets.
My heart pounds against no chest.
I know not what to tell it
Crowded in solitudes.
Too many souls alone to be
The moon’s a defaced minted silver dollar.
It sleeps alone in its own universe.
No longer a star.
Today I died.
I died yesterday and tomorrow.
At night I fly.
© Spoon Jackson
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