Hailey’s fluttering mini skirt and translucent blouse,
immobilize Herbert like a tranquilizer dart.
She puts a steadying arm around his waist
and leads him to a virtual reality pod
Hailey’s delicious sales partner’s voice
is reminiscent of honey and symphonic rainbows.
“Would you like to watch a movie from the inside?,
the first seven minutes is free”
she whispers in his ear.
The director is allergic to orthodoxy.
Solid marble is plasticine
beneath Athena’s lathe humbling touch.
Her opalescent Lady Ego
and an Amazonite Lady Empathy,
wrestle for supremacy, on a granite globe.
Bee monkeys swing from the sculptors left ear lobe.
It stretches like a bungee cord.
No telescope is required to view alien oceans here.
Athena’s eyes are cosmic portholes.
In exchange for premasticated sea weed,
terrestrial cephalopods skate on beach slugs.
Through tentacle sweat glands,
they give their gastropod buddies sun tanning lotion
and colour enhancing drugs.
A bat on a leash
rotates Athena’s fan at hypersonic speed.
It’s just an exhibition advertisement.
The movie approaches like a cloud of parrots at sunset.
This place makes Alice’s Wonderland look as mundane
as an accounting manual.