Faded Houses Green

Reading Ulysses in Montana #202

Hand-held devices devised a number of devious plots to ransack the plots of land and the invisible hand of the farmer’s market, supporting the law of iron cages.

Phages and alleles simpered down the long road of excess, determined to supply the barbecue joints with joints of meat meted out by meter maids only half as lovely as one sung about as lovely as a tree. In the end, the phages won, but the alleles took the consolation with a grain of salt and peppered the road of excess with MSG.

Less-tasty versions of synthetic venison sang songs of glee and gladness for the sadness of never going back again. Whether that meant never going home again–even if they could–or never wandering into a pool of alleles soaking in a Petri dish of joy again–only the fishes know or ever had a clue.

Guest stars, on the other invisible hand of one-handed applause, paused to wonder at the wandering story here in the great movie set in the sky. Phages turned the pages for the emperor of piano concerti, but only as well as they could.

Night fell on the land of the hands of the phages and alleles, and eels and bells of joy and sadness tolled once more for thee and Donne done dun, duh!