Future restaurant
False, mechanical eyes see across the city
Their connectors neatly hitting your brain stem with tiny signals
It’s amazing what technology can do these days
what your technology can do
You taste the salty fish cubes in front of you
Resting on a rectangle plate
Salty, but not much else
In a fine futuristic restaurant
Rain pattering the windows
Bluish green buildings in rows against deep fog
Potted plants in the dark corners of your room
A small booth area with a single table, chair
And a door where only you are allowed in
Paintings of rich colors and of unknown designs on every wall
Cased in simple black frames
A glass of exotic by your plate
In a crystal wine glass well chilled
Perhaps a neat green glass ashtray
And a sleek, metal pipe filled with your favorite drug of choice
It’s color pink and smooth, and sweet
Smoke comes out purple like a factory, like your factory
Your company
Your business you own in the city
Bodyguards stand by the door
Ready to escort you out
You feel the warm touch of your silk clothes
Brush against your arms and legs
Shoes comfortable and stylish
Hair neat and well done
A next course of sweetened sugar bread with raspberry jam appears before you
Handed by an apron wearing waiter
You grab your silver fork
As the night passes on
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