Faded Houses Green

Reading Ulysses in Montana #656

By starlight, by lamplight, the limelight beaconed the bacon to become one with Annika and the other two who had not dared to leave.

Grieves of iron leaves befalling the wailing night, sieves of conquered bids gilding the copper lily, waves of baffled beavers floating along the sullen waters on a raft of carnal anvils, did nothing to stop the drums along the Troubadour, bass and guitar included. Inflamed with carbuncles of hesitation, glamorous strides befell the wells of creative flights and the force of expressive contours. The entourage would have it no other way.

The bacon closed the too many degrees of separation between Annika and the host of curious onlookers, hooked by the grapples of sullen beavers and incandescent limes.