The meeting

‘Golden Triangles’
‘What? Did you say Golden Triangles?’
‘Yep, Golden Triangles’
A white globe of light floats out of the room. The red typographical dagger still hovers.
‘Surely even town planning has a shelf life’ I offer.
‘The businessmen will commence the meeting.’
‘Not without coffee’
‘Naaraayan’ the horses bay in their pin striped suits
‘Golden Triangles’ I agree.
‘So, I threw two gold coins into the ocean. Next day I threw three gold coins into the fire’.
‘The furnace fire’
‘Your aim is pure, comrade.’
‘Not without coffee.’
A bell rings. C major.
‘The bell rings as we are awaiting’.
Awaits
The golden triangle.
The wooden staff is adorned with a wooden snake.
‘Crosses man, go stab a cloud.’
‘Banging on the desk with force now. Violence is key. Violence is fun.’
‘Naaaay, the horses bray.’
‘You’re not in Sparta now bitch’
‘Who are you man, the goddess of love or something?’ I ask
‘Golden triangles. Depends on which way up.’