Friday in Barcelona

Posted on: 6 November 2016 by Jessica Coleman in Creative Writing

Viernes,
high as Sagrada Família and feeling
gothic, eyes caffeinated and vibrating,
walking
in a July heat which is espresso to the skin

I’m on Carrer de Mallorca, but the sensation is
diagonal. Drunk
on a variety of keyrings I pass
under the tropical relief of la tienda

like a bee-sting buzzing I stare into the fridge
amazed
again by its rainbowing ability
a diamanté ice cube fizzed with fill and potential

I wonder vaguely who curated this shop-door
exhibition,
then I leave with a
Damm Limón, tinned in acid green

Sensation of lazy galvanisation
is something
worth seeking:

Unexpected whizz of
blue
sky on the mind, the height of sea seen through
muslin as thin as prosciutto!

I am injected with imaginations vivid as August
and enchanted by the connection of things 

the trace of lavender drapes over the shutters
lined like paper linen,
this evening, esta noche

Billy’s shop stands like a
white blood cell
on Las Ramblas but thrives on foreign invasion,
exuding thousands of turquoise bags bright as insulin

I roll down Calles like a
tongue
my nose climbing mountains of moules
too high

Barcelona moons
luminously
like electric pizza on the board the hordes of glowing eateries,

but I chew Lechuga
religiously
swimming back

coka
loca
Kaleidoscopa!