Barthelona

How would one seek love in a city of so too much

Fuck me! Sit and settle first

Accounts and spending in a currency that removes one

So completely from space and time.

So gothic so trendy so ubercool and so

Cool no longer exists.

What is, is.  Artificial cityscape

Where we do our best to avoid one another,

Slip inside some invisible doorway and disappear

Somewhere upstairs forever.

Leave the light on in my dorm room for strange roommates

And keep the wine flowing so that sleep can be met

As peacefully as possible

Because past-midnight peptalks in the mind

To reassure and relax self

Is a stressful and inefficient method of enjoying a European vacation.

black koki & white ink on black paper

SPAIN - Costa Brava

In the sexiest Moment,

When the voluptuous, wild Form

Of the Human Female Creature

Breaks out into the Arms of 

The Sun,

Shines unfettered, pure for the

Whole World,

And no-One, save the Wind in the

Pine Trees and

The Rocks that shape the empty

Car Park,

Are around to witness It;

This is True Beauty:

Sublime Loneliness

(deconstruction of a feather) - ballpoint pen & black koki

The quiet street - Part 1

Hostel New York, Carrer Gignas

Pt. 1: Close enough to but far away enough from Las Ramblas

Friends are close by

Neighbours cough and weeze French – or is it Russian?

-on the balcon three metres away

And across the narrow street divide North Africans

Take refuge behind cardboard and duct tape-covered windows,

Suitcases, ladders and wooden stools piled high in their

Peeling paint corridors

Too, I see trucker-capped white boys rolling a hashish joint.

What pent-up conversations do they have perched on

Barely fifty centimetres of outdoor space, I wonder.

Scooters and bicycles and rave music continue up and down and

All around, it’s half past midnight and my revelling dorm-mate

Strangers have yet to return.

The ends of my nerves are roughened already.

I’m ok in this urban Catalonian space

Where the light of the sun barely seems to matter.

Perhaps the morning will figure in a brief silence

Before action.  Perhaps siesta mindspace should take effect

And I learn to share my presence with these other Earthly wanderers.

Carrer d’Ataulf and your calming green health pharmacy sign,

Take these huge bricks and wrought-iron heavinesses

And loosen up the what now brow of this weary and season sick

But curious dreamer for the next two eves, please.

We have quite some distance to go.

This is the quiet street.  Close enough to but far away enough from

Las Ramblas.

black koki & ink on black paper

The quiet street - Part 2

Hostel New York, Carrer Gignas

Pt. 2

Who should I be

In this city of fleeting identities

Many things to many people

But who to me, 

One singularity?

Remain the Chameleon,

Anonymous and insignificant here,

Rebel there,

Goddess and dreamer and what else?

Pray, tell.

Brought up by wolves.

I am guided.

How and who should I love?

These things, surely, will be revealed

But I find no answer in Barcelona.

I shall take my heart elsewhere.

black koki & white ink on black paper