plugged in, he turns into one of those he till recently despised.
white wires protrude from shirt collar, leading out from the soul,
sucking it dry of all emotion.
He walks on, doesn’t look back
music on max, the world on mute,
He pretends he can’t hear her
homo habilis with opposable thumb, scrolling to the edge of the world.
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
jaded, battle-weary faces,
Seems embarrassed to be there
unblinking eyes, staring into nothingness,
Oh think twice, it’s another day for
You and me in paradise
an alien on life support