The new human

  

The new human is soft yet evolved

Surrounded by wire and plastic

Susceptible to rain

Wind

Flame

They are strong in small corners

Yet easily beaten

In the great wide open

Being inherent to the crowd

They do not stand out from the crowd

A contradiction

Ants that swarm without interaction

Carried on the promise of importance

Anxious and driven by

Someone

Somewhere

The new human is destined to fail

To devolve

Plant pots on heads

Boiler suits

Screaming surreal nonsense for all to

Enjoy

And they can’t even see it

Coming.

Close up coin magic

‘How is your day going’

He said to everyone that came to pay for

Anything

Even the girl ahead of me

Paying for two boxes

Of different sized tampons

No bother that she

Didn’t want to converse

Over her 24 sanitary products

He still asked

Then it was my turn

A pack of gum

‘How is your day going’

I had to answer

You have to answer

But I gave the generic back

Fine/thanks

Behind him sat a dog eared paperback

Close up coin magic

Might have been his

Or belonged to one of the others that

Worked in there

There were many

Doesn’t matter

At least it showed one of them

Still gave a shit about living a real life

And exploring things

Outside the grinding politeness

Of asking assholes like me how we’re doing

All

Day

Long.