Barcelona: general strike

On the road to Barcelona

There is the barcelona you want        and the barcelona you get
Not the rolling golden amber         of a woody allen movie
         or rick steves dunking churros near the catedral
But the rolling anger of a Costa Gavras  "Z"         a clockwork orange.

If we go now to see the shrinking world
    is there really a mystery to behold
In the hobbled europe       the bull-less Spain
In this gaudi town of villages            this aftertaste of Franco?

Your beautiful samsonite dreams
lodge here      on your bamboo spiced bed
       your ipod sunrise.

While the acrid smoke and weeping       the tapas bars
    and the starbucks no-cheat
Repeatedly knock on the door to get in.

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About Joy Hendrickson

I am an adherent of the theory that we don't know what we don't know. I enjoy all things literary, visual, mysterious, and just beyond our grasp.
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