Hipsters in Drag

Living in our time is a nuisance

Some say

With our rooms and heads all messy we provide instructions

To clean it up

And pass them on to our future selves

Of course, we’ve yet to invent

A system of mailing things through time

Because when we get there, our future selves

Have not received the memo

And our rooms are even dustier

And our heads ache

Then we dress ourselves in plaid and canvas

To please the mirrors

And we walk outside in shoes

From an ancient generation

Clicking along, paying so much attention to forgetting,

That we look like accidents in our own photographs

An intentional case of bad timing