A Kiwi's Tale

A Kiwi's tale of a day and night spent in Barcelona.

Emerald irises up in Paral·lel rarely meet 

But now two pairs sprawl and bloom 

Neon hugs the sides

While shades of green begin to colour the night

Before long, you're here

Room one-one-seventeen

Covered, stretched black divinity 

As calling, calm drops cascade 

Hunua still falls - that's where he last stood

Before leaving the Long White Cloud

For a bit - just now, he drifted further away

With tempting glances, the room is filled

Did you really think, something would not come of this?

So go ahead, tell him as the dress slips now and then...

In the lobby, well it's the first time 

And hunger slowly takes it in 

Bursting through their scar-torn skies, the others watch,

A hundred times before?

But still he's not alone - there's no one to assume 

As the glow between fills the space;

Closing down as it clears

Trailing through upturned stones - tonight is not theirs

Because from above they start to tumble

Time settles while under, there's no reason to wonder

Alluring eyes drip down, as the sky runs open

To her, heavily wasted moments 

To him, not revealed

But raw flawed beauty that reigns;

It no longer matters, so he says

After all, it's only for peace of mind...

For no one, she says

Proven hell, 

And in the corner, 

In that space, it changed 

Your smile gave you away to the claim 

So, you taste and share

Because over there, where they sit, 

The others look towards the couple

"With their youth...", And they know some would say,

"They're cruel.", Or,

"Things just often don't end well.",

So the cynics sing 

And here the wise keep to themselves:

No matter what, there is beauty in it,

And still they devour 

In little Apolo the Dead Parties breathe

They jangle and shoegaze as he lags,

His head is just pulled, 

Twelve hours back

Submerged, his mind starts to swim

He's trying to come up

But no, it's not like anyone slipped him heaven,

Though its as if, he almost feels it

Because an hour through the skies,

Plus eleven, with more time spent, 

In crushing complexes,

Well, guess what? On another beast,

Eleven more, that's right - just for him,

Oh and two more, won't kill,

Add in broken strange cold nights

Still, though he's not himself,

He's forever grateful, for the few hours recovered 

Back to it, in the mental haze,

Across from them,

Faded leather and tangled hair,

The darkest shade displayed is theirs

Just the two, entwined -

With their primal colours showing, 

It's beautiful, old and has been seen a thousand times 

He drinks it in, admires and trails off

And by her, he'd be surprised if it went unnoticed,

Silence, they stop and when the music's over...

Now, brought back by the warmth 

Slightly pressed against his side,

Its been a long time,

Since he's had someone he actually desired, right by...

In ebony The Drones take their place,

Sala reverberates that not so far from home voice

Drawn to the front,

You came to see the show, no?

Thundering layers shake the floor 

While unfamiliar noise ascends 

Chimeric smoke floats 

As they soak the soundscapes in

Right to the side, 

Well, there's someone who can't help steal glances

Her turned back, his mulleted hair,

Beautiful noise and the triumphant roars,

"Merci, merci.", He says,

Just to take the piss in Spain? 

The encore looms

But it all seems too soon, 

Even cut short, it comes to an end 

And empties with songs unheard

Open under the starless night, 

His temple swirls,

"And what now?", Comes a voice,

Spiraling up and he's there again

That loose sleep deprived state of mind,

Just lost, a drink, a wander, back to mine...

Rushing, mixed speech

The painkillers and beer weren't such a good idea,

Traversing through and they arrive,

On the damp street he's anxious,

Just leave, it's easier...

"Hey!", The voice he can't get enough of says,

Refined, simple and sweet 

It's unlike his native tongue - harsh and thick

He goes back, they embrace - just the cheek

Don't get sentimental, it always en-and they meet,

Oh, it has been a while...

Frigid self, away he walks - stops, then turns back, 

Stares outside, down the road

That just...

I'm beneath the depths of a dreamless sleep,

But light pierces the curtains,

Eight - up, it's time,

Rays shine down and its almost nine,

Some look up as others rush,

But there, there is one who knows,

His vibrant flowers in hand, who cares?

Relaxed... 

Nine-thirty

Knock knock knock

Our day begins, dropped and safe at his,

Is it just black and white?

Down by the port

It's forever changing,

Gentle and soothing 

Sigh, its gotta end,

Though please, do enjoy...

On the seat, across from the curved walkway,

The crisp water is taken in

Added in there, creamy perfection 

With partly kindred you,

Adorable little phrases

Fall from your mouth,

"Chocy.", As the sun dances and blinds me

On the water's edge, that familiar voice appears:

Just take it for what it is 

Because you know,

You rarely get what you want.

Caged in there, each day - hundreds gape,

Opposite them, the prisoners

You could argue...

And... it just never seems right; 

While we wander through,

"It's just like any other.", You say,

Back home, it's not like this

Sandy paths, sunken benches, palm trees, a zoo,

Golden lead figures, the ocean, all of it - right there;

Another rest under blue skies to view

And it reflects, the lake's turquoise-kissed surface

You both laugh, 

Ridiculous vapid moving images

Silly f*****g egocentric monkeys,

Citadel Park, the fountains today - 

Are dead to the world, 

The mammoth between gardens, towers,

As you climb the white stone steps 

Well you bring it up and hey, 

You know he's not complaining,

Who would? 

Winding closer through freed streets,

Uptight, please don't check the time

The words spilled, your conscious decision, 

Thinking, he understands

Bubbling overhead,

In the Holy Family's Square

The children laugh and play,

It's their perfect day

They dance in and out of the shade, 

Loosened up,

Through the frantic tourists

Lean back on the cool stone and share your scars;

Reaching out is the gap really so big?

But just maybe, he is naïve,

And sadly he remembers, just how starved he is 

But the long cover the pale cute digits 

And this spins a smile upon his lips 

Sagrada Família rises above,

Dominating all -

Its unbelievable reach

And detailed façades paint lucid scenes,

Sanctus, Excelsis and Hosanna

Is it all really so eternal? 

But the question that keeps coming to mind,

Just how many died? 

On all sides, my gaze never leaves... 

Descend to ride

Tripping through

Saved and caught around you, 

There I am, reflected back

In disgust I turn away

Because I think, I look like f*****g death

Rings stretch under, that hunted face,

And now they cut through, the city in three 

In search of it, 

Up Avinguda del Paral·lel 

They find their place

Though, unsure, unsure, unsure...

Clouded toxic mind,

Sick of the old only lover's 

Unruly mind games

They've taken their toll over the years,

Too many attempts to get back in,

He's sure you know something is up

So speech will bleed for a bit

As they wait they move on to happier times, 

One-thirty and pure delicious heaven arrives

Returning now on their lively street

This is The Peak,

So don't you think you can?

Because the haze feels almost gone

Though it still mocks a little from behind

And each step is now heavy on his heart, 

He takes the key, into the lift 

Halfway up and back down, to zero

Was that a Drone? Now steel cage, 

Go up to our floor,

Take the other path 

As the door works first try, 

Into and through, now for the last time

Take them off, push it all away

Exhale and rest your weary legs

Because this day was ours,

Move over on the bed

Things wind down as to the left birds descend, 

They take their place in concrete and brick

And hide while they rest from the predatory skies;

Read the news, I'm just over it

But glimpse now and then

It's not all bad,

Calm and shut, slow it down

Lightened patterns chime

Beneath my eyes

Nothing more but bliss 

Plain white above

He has crashed

Breathing through as you lay,

Face in the soft cloud

Get up, get up

The dryer blasts and goes 

A smile spreads because from here,

He hears her laugh 

Are you looking through?

Water runs, runs, runs

You really don't know what that is?

You're taking the piss dear,

A good little kick reveals the sharp razored wit

And that was for s***s and giggles, right

Back to bed, cracked window

From below on the street, it drifts up

Finds its way, that not so subtle smell 

He laughs to himself, silly ganja puffing stoners,

And you never notice or say a word,

And... it's still running, still running 

Better check and... mmmmm yes, stuck between

Purity, why's it always white?

The brightest engulfing shade

Trivial overthinking child,

Back again, on the single with him

Full, full, full

We'll not need to eat again, 

The orchestra - Submotion,

And Lateralus crush and bring down,

The edge for him... 

Lids shut and gently sun-kissed

They keep it out, on his back

It still swirls underneath 

And well it does seep,

The lonely starved ones 

Always bleed

And him of all, with his damages

Should be better at coping

But no, not lately 

There's much needed comfort...

Flesh and blood taken twice 

Sometimes it's as if,

It has healed

But there always seems to be something

To open it back up, no matter,

How many years pass 

And no matter what you do to get by

And lying here, it's surreal 

Because for once... you see, months had passed by

Without the need or want for anyone...

But right now, next to me

The one I desire

The subtle and delicate scent fills 

Flutter... flutter...

It courses through, body and air;

Windows that look back,

Into his, and here, this one,

One that doesn't just look - by or through 

As Alice says, sweetness doesn't often touch my face

Closer, the inward collapse and longing

Head's there, rested on her shoulder 

And temple to the cheek,

Now brush the messy gorgeous hair away

Place them gently there, upon the head 

Move down... his rusted lips give way,

Its been some time and still he'd like to try

Caress, he means it all, 

All that he says; 

His finds hers 

And the pale queen's skin 

Looks so lovely against his,

Her arms are painted 

While freckles hardly adorn his skin

And... shaped into him;

Affection is not a one-way street,

He has forgotten, what contentment is 

Arms around and thoroughly at home

Before he left, she made a deal out of it, 

He does not care, sublime curves run down

And he never notices anyway, because,

Then there are those clichés: 

Just more to love and,

There is that single truthful one -

We are our harshest critics

It's like - when he is blind,

He thinks he sees everything

Even right now - as he writes;

And yes, it'll crash down, 

But for now...

The warmth feeds into him 

How was... he so cold for so long? 

Stay and move between, 

Read the neck, inked,

Soulmat-No,

He once thought but those days are dead,

And if there are, it's not for him to say

There's no right to define, 

And he thinks back to that conversation 

One of the first, underneath the night's sky

Well, in their room, she never saw his

Carved and curved red across the top;

He does not trace the words

Shattering, it starts again 

Sustain us and please take hold

Primal beings binding, 

Over me, over me, over me

Ravenous, I am higher than ever

Insatiable you, 

It's there, grind...

Chaotic messy soul kiss

Biting down, rushing, 

Building steam with a grain of salt

Eyes shut and I wonder...

Stretching, running through hair

Lost in you - the howling wilderness 

Thud thud thud...

And time has crept up on us;

Expelled and expired from within 

Towards Las Ramblas

Thick blighted toxin 

Cluttered footpaths 

Suffering to them 

The thousands effect

Las Ramblas...

Across to Plaça de Catalunya

We walk and this is the eclipse,

This, this is it,

One last... and he pulls and walks away

Just as quickly as it began

Because he can't,

Goodbyes just choke him 

Until there's nothing left;

Figures from a world that has moved on,

That is always moving on,

Rushing waters, hundreds have come

Many are aimless and there...

The one hunched to the ground - begs,

Liaisons mask and mark the beggar

In black they pass and patrol; 

At the lights, he looks back

She boards and doesn't see

There where he stands

As the sun flirts with his only wish

And still, he smiles 

Author's Note

Written in an altered state of consciousness...