I deduct the years of my failed marriage
From the age on my birth certificate
So now I’m only 28
Just 28 years old
Despite the rust and wear and tear
I’m only 28 today
That worrisome bald spot has disappeared
Beneath this cascade of golden locks I’ve unleashed
So I jump back
Performing spoken word in raucous rooms
Sending letters to imprisoned anarchists
Listening for music, everywhere
In the wind
My friends are many
Across the globe, on Facebook
Or down the street, in person
I work the smartphone to mensa beats
Multiple conversations going all at once
Cryptically commenting
Posting
Everywhere and nowhere
Ubiquitous buzz
There’s a lot to do
Before I hit thirty again
And once more can’t be trusted
Busted
David Trudel © 2012
David, this is wonderful!
Thanks – I am having fun with my timeshifting persona.
By this calculation I’m only 24 🙂 Excellent!