Reading Ulysses in Montana #160
The tower halted with a good frown and opened the blinders to the second-to-last collar grinding its way along the crosswalk.
Across the way, rhythms of empty sounds grabbed Jewel by the heartstrings and plucked a merry tune despite three bad knees and an ounce of joint compound, compounded in a variety of variations. Her relations with the other half of the moon people were much better, but better than what, she would never know.
Jewel approached the goddess of the moon people atop the tower, but fortunes last only so long and the way to the flippant pancakes bespoke another force of followers altogether, whether they wore collars in crosswalks or not. Allowing for salaries of studious exhibitions and separate rites, excused examinations faltered farther than Jewel’s father could throw himself or the fleabag he rode in on.
Insignificant though it wasn’t, the tower followed the beacon of the shadow of light and lit a bonfire to dissolve all of Jewel’s loose-fitting encounters. And that was all before the light turned green.
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What a wonderfully quirky and imaginative piece of writing! 😊 The surreal imagery, unexpected turns of phrase, and playful absurdity make it an intriguing literary experiment. Each paragraph feels like a puzzle in which familiar words take on unfamiliar meanings, inviting readers to abandon conventional logic and enjoy the journey. A fascinating tribute to experimental writing and the endless possibilities of language. Thank you for sharing this unusual and thought-provoking read!