Reading Ulysses in Montana #20

Connie pruned her trees of flippant daisies, but Carl would not go anywhere the transverse waves of sorrow would not carry him free of charge.

Bemused, bonded and insured, cataracts found where angels fear to tread, and the gulf of Connie’s desires took hold like a thief in broad daylight where Carl worked in the shop to the tune of a dusty drill press. No, band saw. No planer! Plainer than day, the transverse waves waved goodbye and went off to illuminate the laminate flooring designed to withstand the impact of a gazillion kilotons of children, but Connie and Carl had none, so they brought the poor dog a bone and threw it to him where he calculated the forces on the cantilever of ecstasy running along the third canal to the left, being left out in the cold night of the dark night of the soul of James Brown.

Flippant daisies could not care less, but now and then a sneaker wave broke through and the transverse became as polarized and polarizing as the latest art house film flower.


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6 thoughts on “Reading Ulysses in Montana #20

  1. Sambuca teh Punker December 6, 2024 / 11:35 am

    I like your stories but they are on the weird stuff.

    • Rick Mallery December 6, 2024 / 12:29 pm

      Yes! The weirder the better!

      • Sambuca teh Punker December 6, 2024 / 12:32 pm

        Absolutely bc the weirder the better.

  2. niasunset December 9, 2024 / 4:04 am

    Although I am confused between subjects and predicates, in the world of strangeness, you have an impressive way of expression, sentences as if you were presenting a riddle and as if I would solve it after reading it a few times, but no, there is no solution, but the impressive stance of the expressions fascinates me every time. Yes, that must be the right word, it fascinates. … On the other hand, one might think it would be easy to make such a strange sentences, but it is not, there is an incredible scale of effectiveness, between possibilities and impossibilities… I’m sorry, I felt like talking too much. Thank you dear Writer, Love, nia

    • Rick Mallery December 9, 2024 / 6:56 am

      Yes, that is why “Almost meaningful” is the subtitle of the site. It’s the feeling that if you knew just one more thing then everything would make sense, but that one more thing is always beyond your grasp. 😀

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