Faded Houses Green

Reading Ulysses in Montana #225

Wiping leisure from the force of her argument, Richard’s brother asked Helena for the unadvised dance.

Engraved upon enraged repentance, kingdoms of foreign tears tear down the blinds of sappy mettle, stronger than the wailing of acquainted souls. But would he know what to do with it and when? Admired for remembering the miracles of candor, Molly told Helena when she could find the ashpit in question. The ashpit of Eden on the other side of the morning sunset.

Helena shrugged the shrug of eons and said what am I supposed to do with that. Richard took his dimensionless fleet to the clocks of Morocco while flowers bloomed in Molly’s deepest desires.

Familiar penguins assembled in distinctive lexicons, and their bizarre wishbones sent Richard and Helena and Molly to the brother of crystal innovations a week too late for anything innovative (or crystalline) to happen at all.