Friday June

Super-cyber monorails strung between monoliths to trend and spend.
Wires, rail and roads criss-cross concrete peaks on a heat-frizzed horizon.

In an emerald jungle enclave (the only zippy, buzz-loud wetness in a hot-bold city) rests an empty marble-cool museum. Where elaborate turquoise domes lord it over their young, taller concrete counterparts. The single museum visitor hears their steps echo round the halls and watches their reflection in the cabinet's glass.

Swarming petrol-powered bees roar above the aircon and fans - deafening traffic-bloodied ears.
And the cheerful city cockerel jeers as blue twilight draws its veil.