...a phone call

26.04.08
Heavylandia,es

...So,
Workin' in the Bukowski bar,
Things are hot, and the boss is this little guy
who likes to scream alot...barks really.
Yeah, he barks. He is a cool guy. You can't help but like the brother.
Nobody really on the chain of command, so I'm not.
The immigrant.
" ...can you believe an American would come to this shithole
" looking for a better life what an imbicle "...
he sez to his friends.
" ...Wish I could see the Grand Canyon one day...
it's as big as they say, no ? " he wishes.

The fone rings....
It's someone I have not reeeeeeeeealy
wanted to speak with just yet...
" Damn " I whispered to my boss,
he waved a " aaaah " at me,
and I went upstairs and
listened for 30 long minutes...

Later that day...

...moppin the floor
talking to the other immigrant,
She's from the middle east
has a cool accent...
Boss strolls in...
lookin around,
opens the fridge and looks around
lookin around...
lifts a chunk a cheese, and
strolls over torwards me
" ya all right man...?"
puttin his skinny hand on my shoulder...
" Si, pero no..." I mumble.
(Yes but no...)

"The end isn't as ulgy as you think. It
could be much worse. You've hesitated too many times...
Carpe Diem Motherfucker !!!..." the voice, on the other end
of that satellite rift in time said.

" I ain't heard that in a very, very long time", I said to my boss.
Whom smiled, and smiled somemore...
" Carpe Diem motherfucker !!!...I like that.", he smiled.
Then he put his skinny hand on the back of my greasy neck
and kissed me on the cheek...
" Carpe Diem Motherfucker ", he said softly,
lookin me in the eye...

We ate together,
and went out and smoked a joint.
Gotta go back at 8:15 pm till 2:00am or so...
The brother will bark and growl,
I will put in my earphones and go into
"Auto-Level", because we will be slammed
on a perfect saturday night...at the Bukowski bar
and Bukowski will smile at me slyly,
as he's a barkin' and a growlin',
" Carpe Diem motherfucker !!!"

Seize the day motherfucker...

That was my day 10:00am til 5:00pm...
The freakshow continues,
but a short while longer...
I cannot wait see something different.

Be well todo mundo,

J. Level

on..." The Feakshow and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death... Part 8 " Susan and Dave, and alittle more of "The Story"

" ...The white zone is for loading and un-loading of passengers only...."
droned the southern drone. Dave waited.

Susan was walking down the ramp from the plane in deep thought
and alittle awkwardness, she'd just had a "lifting", the day Dave called
asking her to fly in for the weekend...
" ...Looks like another case of face fire, put out with a brick, darling..."
said Jose, Susan's cuban hair dresser, back in " the civilized world ".
"...I do sooo hope those disgustun' little dawg's have croked already,
for christs sake...ooops, sorry Jesus..."
Susan walked on down the ramp...

Dave waited in the bar as they had planned.
Dave drank.
Always had.
Three hours in an air port bar later, Dave saw Susan,
and Susan saw Dave. Susan sighed.. " Ahhh, here we go...."
Dave got up off the bar stool, and falling
flat on his face..." like thru a cloud of dog's, smoking....."
Dave would later describe to the police....
and then again to the guy's in the white coats, with the nets.

This was the first visit to Camron Parish in five years...
Susan was alittle paniced and alittle bit more
than ready to face down Dave , " I 'm not getting
any younger Dave, my love..." she'd rehearsed in the mirror
for two days.. And there was her love, a " a Bukowski child "
with a net over him, the guy's in the white coats looking Dave over.
She would later describe to the police...".. He's not like the
other boy's, officer, he's a " BUKOWSKI CHILD", she yelled,
as the cops were hcuffin' ol' Dave up , looking up at Susan,
looking down at him, pinned, and not in his best moment,
" Nope this aint' Dave's best moment..." thought Dave
to himself...

The cop told Susan she could " bail Dave out ", in about three hours.
Susan herd the words but was far away....in the big city
Charlston, South Carolina...
" I could be in bed and this would all had just
been but a night mare, and I'd wake up and say
" My fucking God !! oop's, sorry God...",
" it was only a nightmare..."...Thought Susan.
"...Nurse !!!!" half whispered Susan, to the bartender,
"...another Tequila, and a beer... anything imported...".
" What happened to your face ? " aske the bartender,
pouring a rather long shot of the Sauza gold....
" a lifting ", said Susan...
" Oh..." said the bartender, looking at her own face in the big
bar mirror...

Jesus said, " Susan will straighten all this out... Susan...
always had a good head when the panicing started...so she did."

The plan was this, they would just sit and stare. Miredina and Lil' Mocos,
24 hours a day, there would be those bulging eyes ...
like blasting rap music, or el Fary, or a Jerry Farwell speech..
Staring into Jesus' soul..."Pure hell ..." snorted Lil' Mocos...
" He'll break... Hey fucker !!!!! look!!! ", Mierdina pissed on the fence post..

Jesus trusted in Susan.
Watching the little dog's talking amoungst themselves..
and a little more than worried...Jesus worried...
" Damn, where are they ? Susan, she'll save the day...
" ..LIKE JOHN FUCKING WAYNE !!!! You little rat dogs..." yelled Jesus...
and Mierdina sniffed..." Huh..."

to be continued.



Be well todo mundo,
J.Level

foto:JGL/Pat

...a few words

31.12.07
Uvieu,España


We will all be well and have all we need
and to next year in Fez...


be well todo mundo,

J.Level
foto©spl2007

....and Little Timmy screamed " When I grow up, I'm gonna be a State worker !!!" (or when he gets his papers...)

01.09.07
Uvieu, España

Watching the woman with the mustash
acrossed the counter
at the immigration office today...
The mustash said...
" ...Huh! look it's 1:30..."
" ...Huh! Theres a 6.86 fee... sorry...Huh. "
" ... No. That's impossible at this time."
" ...Maybe in 6 to 8 weeks. Probably more like 12 to 14. huh..."
" ...NO !. NEXT !!!! "
" ... Can't you see i'm readin da paper here...? "
I left with a definet "Maybe", reluctatly given from behind
today's" El Mundo".... Huh.

Little Timmy set up an office in a tent
built under the diningroom table.
He had a fake mustash pasted crookedly on his
normally angelic face...
and would not see anyone without an appointment...
" ...But we can get around that...huh, if you know what I mean
wink wink nudge nudge..."
Little Timmy will go far...or nowhere. Huh.


Be well todo mundo...
J.Level
( Jlevel77@yahoo.com