Great Prairie

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Great Prairie /1 - 5/

Great Prairie

I drive the car with my head, my head says, you're doing good, boy, I think so, and shit, I answer the police, I get out on the road, they stink of Vietnam, I show my special agent's ID, the giants go deaf, something makes them beat me up, I say, you should get back in the car, drive and stop asking questions, forget what you saw, I want to hear yes, and loudly, otherwise I'll shoot you, this also applies to the future, you're croaking and you're wearing three shovels of dirt!, they stare, they're fat, they don't really want it, I snatch the Colt out of the cheeky one's hand, I throw out the bullets, the other one throws the revolver into the ditch, I order, throw the cartridges from the shotgun out the window, the rifle too, don't come back until an hour, fuck, they shout in unison, then their car starts lazily, no one shoots from it, doesn't even turn around and attack like an Indian in a circle, it's definitely Ulle I won't say it, we're moving on, to the promised land.

I look at the rest area, two hideously dead killers are lying there, I call lawyer Heydrich, he apologizes, babbles, somehow he doesn't wish us luck, it won't happen again, I slightly blame him, you're being sarcastic, I almost killed two cops, can you explain to me how they're so stubborn?, you know, war veterans, they have to shoot and kick, otherwise there's no point in talking to them, how about a PORSCHE for Mrs. Ulla?, no!, you'll buy me a bulletproof Mercedes as a band-aid!, okay, he agrees, Hamoune, I'll arrange a reward for the asshole, it'll even cover the rebuilding of the car, only James Bond can afford that, you give the rest to the widows and orphans of the agents!, and for that God will protect you from all evil, and Prince J. Edgar Hoover!

Written by: Milan Bukovecký

Holiday

I open the window, I want to cool down and see the duck of Europe, at least a piece of it, but the scorching heat of the Sun, smog and thousands of cars prevent me from doing so, I close it, the glass in the frame creaks, I startle a little, I don't know where to run, the stuffiness of the hotel room hits me again, the air conditioning blows, the autopsy color of the TV is haunting, I get up and blindly step down to the ground floor, there are coconuts and coffee for sale on the corner of the bar counter, a little attention to the US Independence Day, it's everywhere and it certainly doesn't need advertising, I'll try to bet on it, I'm looking for a soul mate for solitude, it seems that a light ruckus has disarmed the otherwise indifferent head of the reception, I've tried it on her several times, today I feel like she's hunting, do you know this here, European?, she asks, let's go smoke in front of the hotel, I pretend to be addicted to nicotine, I fraternize, I even take a puff, are you Swedish?, I shoot blindly, you know Swedes?, he counters, no, just a Swedish three!, he laughs, I measure her for myself, so, 195 cents, I weigh her, she's a bit on the body, maybe 85 kilos naked, she finishes at 7 pm, she's supposed to show me an Argentinian pub in Downtown, yeah, I can do that, I agree, I'll go get the car!, I'll lend you mine, he says, hands me the keys, give me a ride and learn, I need someone to take me home, I want to have fun, wow, she has a Porsche Carrera, a bit expensive for a receptionist, a woman and such a cannon, a bird stands up for me, I don't know if it's Ulla Andersson or the car, I try to camouflage myself, she notices, she's waiting for the hell of it, enough time, he laughs, I'm going to the Chasse Manhattan World Trade Center for a test drive to cool off, I buy a Sportka betting slip in a licensed Tabak, I like the car, I'm fantasizing, I'll definitely buy it for the win, I'm continuing to learn, I'm sticking to it trucks and I make an irregular detour to Dallas-Fort Worth airport, I snack on a fruit salad for 3 bucks on the counter, it cools my thoughts, but I have to go back, take a shower and put on some perfume, I have a date, they serve meat on the sword, I only eat fish, a little table wine, Ulla lets me reach for it, she's reaching for a bottle of champagne, I don't know, I don't know, it probably won't work in the car, we'll barely fit in it, the night is hot, I wonder where I'll take her, Trinity for burdock?, it won't work!, there are snakes there, I pay, it's quite possible with a tip, I already have her panties, blowjobs and driving are crazy, does she dare, and at her house?, I carefully sneak past the guard, we whisper, otherwise she's a complete slob, she presses the elevator button, she lives on the top floor, her underwear falls on the floor and then, in a terribly large apartment, I can't see and I can't hear, I swallow her lap, I still don't finish, she completely falls off, I swim in the pool on the roof, I don't feel like sleeping at all, I look through the men's locker room of her Mormon, I put on a Chinese bathrobe, I see what she's reading, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude, I pick up the book, it was once sacred to me, as was Babel's The Red Knight and Other Stories, I leaf through it and fall into the story, she's on the wonderful shore of civilization, I promise, I'll wait until she writes a novel someday, In memory of my sad whores, but my beautiful whore is also waking up, do you like him?, he asks, of course, he's my role model, I've been trying to get closer to him for years, I've been forbidding him for years so I don't copy him, I can't get him out of my memory,not like Updike and Remarque, he's a great author, when he dies one day, I'll light a candle on the piano and sing Schubert's The Wheelwright, try it, Ulla teases, she came from the bathroom, so huge and fragrant, I can smell the candle smoke, the smell of horses, the vertigo of the prairie, there's a Czech boy with her and he sings about big and contented girls, you're strange old man, you played in my songs...

The day after that

Ulla's roof terrace is gigantic, I wake up early and I won't forget to write like every day, today I'm going to sink into the alien yellow of the notebook, I hate the lines in it, I'm waiting for inspiration, I'm wandering around the sky, the Saharan sun is tanning my toes, they're sticking out of the shade of the awning, all around, even in the gaps between the tiles, pieces of unwatered grass are rotting, the wind doesn't even move, I'm kind of embarrassed, my giantess is still asleep, I'm quiet, I'm not in my element, the pool is blue, I'm running a fountain pen over the paper, I haven't gotten used to it yet, I normally love its nib, it smacks nicely on the paper, but this foreign fountain pen reminds me of the time when I was given a similar one as a commander of a special unit and didn't know it was gold, I impatiently broke the ink cartridge and the words had a smudge at the end, I was looking for a hammer to straighten the nib, then it creaked almost normally, there was a noise when I started signing an order, how come it doesn't make any smudges, asks deputy Kaka, I don't know?, thorn, show me, he continued, took the quill from my hand, look, what were you doing with it?, you straightened the tip, damn it, it was special, just for signing, you got it for a holiday!, sorry!, sorry!, I apologized, now I write like this and it doesn't work at all, everything blends in and out, mama mia, this is how unfinished poetry could be described, Ulla and love, I feel like in a baby's crib, when she is one of the women of our village, the mother invited them to wire feathers, the village women helped each other out like this and when she proudly showed them her son during the break, the women ran over and nibbled at me, pulled my pin, tickled my ribs, all of that flashed through my mind for a second when I felt the hand of my Swedish woman in her panties.

I won't take that, first bring the guitar, I tell the beauty, she's smart, she already knows that she can't just swallow me and bite me, throw me away, but she has everything I need, she can reach everything, she can reach wherever she wants, in a moment she'll pull out the electronic wood with the cables, she probably knows that I'm soft, I tune the guitar, I put it between my knees, I crunch my fingers on the strings, The sun is shining, it's baking my skin, Ulla is wearing Campari juice, I sing Jaroslav Ježek's songs, but a little differently, I jam on Wind Blows the Desert and Dark Blue World, damn, that's passion.

Evening is coming again and the Texas blackness of the night, I look into the distance, the sun will rise somewhere there, Ulla, with her slightly freckled face, will go to work fragrantly, and I?, I pull the flag of my shirt over my body for the last time, I complain about the thirst of the days and move to a hotel, they say reason and time will sort out the rest, for now I see it as something like longing for a blonde woman, hope stuck to the floor of life, maybe for the snow of pleasure, but, yesterday was yesterday, today is today, tomorrow, the alchemy of love?, who knows?

I'm coming back, the girl from the North lies there, I guess it's in vain, I can't reach this, I look at her body, who owns it?, I'm going crazy from the chemistry, I get dizzy, I'm capable of fainting with desire, one more time, baby, she says, yes, one more time, I love you, I sigh and the night, the black broom disappears, the orange ball of the Sun rubs the skin on the plain of the Great Prairie and the first underground train cuts the tiles at the barrier-free Down Town station.

Ulla

Sometimes I go to Key Mart for groceries, I come back across the bridge, I have bags full of inedible food in my hands, fog rolls around like from a burst pipe in a heating plant, my nose sucks in steam, no, I don't have a cold, I just remember the uncontrollable smell of Ulla Andersson, something like the fairy tale Alice in Wonderland, Antoine de Saint Exupéry's Night Flight and yesterday's hurricane, a beautiful daydream sits in it, when the teenagers driving by honk wildly, what if I'm walking, don't you want to help?, I refuse, it's almost night, I'm alone, I feel like Christ walked this way for the last time, you can go to the hotel across the grass, or by car on the asphalt, there are no sidewalks, I take the grass and it's clear from a distance that something exciting is happening, I accelerate, the Rangers awaken in me, the soldier's instinct, I want to blend in, the plastic ears wither, they cut into my fingers and before I reach the safety of the hotel, a herd of spotlights of some kind the theater digs into me, a second before I see three half-naked guys with their hands above their heads, kneeling on the gas station platform, and then, something like a bloodthirsty commando looks in my direction, blinds me and evaluates me, apparently they don't care that much, then only a few lights shine, three terribly fat guys emerge from their glow, marching towards me, their rifles are fully loaded, just to shoot, they are laughing, the darkness again, only one of them continues and his flashlight is flickering, I put down my bags, the other two return to the commando and the criminals, I defiantly take out my documents, hand them to the tallow bag, the totalitarianism in me does not deny itself, I look for a red flag in the sky, with a hammer and sickle on it, I want to wrap all this defiance and something like fear in it, maybe they will deport me, even though I am a paper Englishman and next week I will be an American, but now, if the policeman asks what I'm shaking, I answer, I'm cold comrade!, well, Michael, Europe, yes, I know, is that where it snows?, of course comrade, Europe, my England and Bohemia, beautiful, cheeky Ireland, he bursts out laughing, what are you doing here in the grass?, do you like Texas?, where do you live?, I answer, I work in a bank, I like Texas and its cows, I live here, in the Hollyday Inn!, yes, that's right!, Ulla confirms at the entrance, she takes me over, changes it to a smile, we shove into the elevator, she immediately claims service, according to her it's for rescue, I'm all sweaty and thrown up from possible aggression, it's not possible, I say, the hotel is low-rise, sprawling right up to the highway, there are few elevators, you'd be in trouble, but, but, Mr. Proper, he undresses me right outside the room door, damn it, I don't know how they'll know that they can do this to me, they're tearing me apart rags all my life, I work together, a good hour, I'm still not there, the day is behind me, the night is ahead of me, endless as her thighs, I'll wash you, she says and occupies, my beautiful blonde Ada Hitler, she scrubs me, she's naked and biologically correct, ooh ooh so narrow, she won't fit in the bath with me, she brings a quarter bottle of Absolut vodka from the fridge, we drink and rest, now I wash, I run my fingers and creamy shampoo through all her curves, we're lubricated, then I lie in bed by her belly, I look at the incredible length of her legs, I watch with fascination the movement of her breasts, little Buby pokes at her, I feel like Bernie Ecclestone with Slavica,I want to have a huge woman like him, and lead her like a beautiful mare to the World Show, I'm a daring dreamer, I have to know that nothing is free, we've already finished the vodka, I'm going to get some plum brandy, I got it from the emigrants, there are hundreds of them here, drink up, I say to Ulle, and I hand her a flatbread, it's Moravian cocaine, we're going to wander through the stars, I want to drown it in you.

Mormon

American, Jeff Carlsson has three wives and a lover, the Swede Ulla Andersson, Jeff's residence is reported near the desert city of Salt Lake City, he lives there with his first wife Deborah, his second wife, the Chinese Liu, lives on the island of Guam, the third, Denise, is waiting on the island of Tasmania, his wives are his life, he takes care of them, visits them on trips, prays honestly to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, as well as observes their Mondays and systematically ignores the ban on polygamy, shit, I should spank him, he beats me up for being a snitch, alas, he wouldn't do anything with it anyway, the power of the money that Jeff earns and has all over the world plays a big role, his food company also holds a license for tobacco, weapons and alcohol, Mormons collect astronomical contributions from his income, he is covered by zero taxes in Texas and his girlfriend Ulla from Dallas, she spends the most of all his girls, and he invests a disproportionately higher surplus in the world trade center of the Chasse Manhattan bank, according to him, from here, from this agglomeration and banks, comes the greatest evil in the world, money is printed here and wars are initiated, Jeff is a private initiator of the bill, he is happy to serve the bank and alternative income, he is available to all those guys who bring money for a specific business, all he has to do is call Bill: it's rito!, and Jeff will promptly arrive, the staff is Ulla, he makes everyone coffee, the men wait and go completely crazy, as he crosses his leg, takes a pad and writes in shorthand an exact and detailed record of the meeting, in its entirety he can create a legal form, Jeff dictates the content, he has a license to speculate, almost always, he is the first to put in twenty-five percent of the limited amount, sometimes he even throws in, it is a big step to encourage others, today it is a 700% profit, the consulting firm Ernest & Young assures him, the men bid, the deal is on one of the Caribbean islands, the losses are minimal, I will buy The stadium, Jeff promises Ulle, he sometimes takes her to work, he is one of the shareholders of a group of 11 hotels of the same name in the city, in one of them he watches over his investment, he leaves her there alone to face the pitfalls of the twentieth century, Ulle invented an orgasm, he has two men for him, Jeff, and today me too, I keep an eye on them, they both arrive, I am jealous, something makes me look at his car in the garage, I hurry through the kilometer-long passage, the rich made it against the heat, I went down with my assistant Felicia, she went to have a smoke in the square, our office is on the thirtieth floor, we are transported in a glass cabin made of gold and ebony, he pulls ropes and snakes of cables above him, the assistant rolls her eyes in his weightless state, she is unhappy among those bankers from all over the world, they only poke money, they repeatedly roll it around, there is actually only one kind of money, no other, Many of the players are buffoons, apparently so that no one can get their hands on the dollars. She is dressed like a beautiful marquise from Napoleon's army, smokes, gets terribly horny and then in vain fucks anyone in the employee square. I can't help it, I love Ulla.

The only thing I feel like doing now is Jeff's awful old and wobbly Lincoln Continental, I can finally look at it, it has bull horns on the hood, tropical tires with a white stripe, I'm not normally allowed to get in it, although sometimes the lonely Ulla drives it, now I'll wait, they're both at my bosses and they're secretly moving in another car to the Chasse shopping center, they're 5 miles away, I've arranged a tour, I can admire it for a while, the garage foreman carries the keys, greedily hands them over, I don't want to sit in the front, I'd rather squat in the back seat while the man takes the wheel, I touch the sacred leather, Ulla was sitting on it a moment ago, I whine, we're two curious people there, each has his own pleasure and together we're united by admiration for the meticulously restored and perfect interior, fantastic design on the outside, I stroke the incredible pearlescent paint, it's an astronomically expensive car, I go back to the office, I pass my assistant, she's smoking one after the other, he is still looking for a victim, I walk around it unnoticed and intuitively turn back into the heat of the street, a little to the right is a mall, they have peanuts and rifles for moms, I let them show me the Remington, as if I didn't have a rented coffin of a tin cabinet in an official warehouse and in it, among other things, a very valuable assault rifle, I aim at the clown mannequin, I think it could be Jeff Carlsson, a moment of weakness overwhelms me, I lose my shine, I return the gun to the astonished salesman, he was trying to buy me, I understand, first he looked at the French blue of the suit, then the watch and shoes, too bad, such a beautiful rifle, he says and turns to the next customer, too bad, I answer and calculate what I would be capable of at that moment, the demon is testing me, I return to the office, the elevator operator stands politely at attention, it is time before I burst into the office, the assistant is still hunting, I am afraid of her sexuality and possible onslaught, I run to the bathroom to masturbate, I return back with a sigh, I know he won't get me after this, I'm just Ully.