amatory pictures

I know it's the future, staring at the kinetic wires, artificial lemon-wood floors curled with fabric debris, deadly iris onyx spirals and caramel tryst. The melancholy and mechanical blends, the slender arms of torpedo trains, liquid narcotic robotic kisses and lavish tangles of shark fins.

We flicker and shimmer like holographic candles, droplets of melting wax, movement of veiled wings on the whimsical waves, a crystallized man o'war cigar dripping with ice. Blossoms of useless fruits in the peach trees, purring plum cables and ballistic batteries gut shot with caustic acid, sleepy drowsy ferns exploding surreal reality, tranquil torsos at the hill top avenue, arid air conditioning systematic climate control, ventilated breath, the blurry and bleary chasing butterfly farms, the cindered canal and metal arch of the broken bridge scape's, the tremble of rope anchors,  the ashen edge of the syrupy river and slumbering shoe factories. Sky lines of sky torches burnt into the sad somber eyes, the colorless soldiers, the synthetic windows, mirrored silver linoleum hospitals and plagues of viral computers, walking bot mantis in sexual delivery mode, violet voracious sky gardens and sky slums, the cloud café's and blest rain spitting on the sweat of plastic opaque bodies.