October 24, 2009 2:57 AM

Rarely in the right place, at the right time

We are excelling in our fields, running stupid as we like

In search of perfection

Embodying our wig

Ingesting a whole lot of ice cream

So I said, "I don't believe we've met"

And you replied, "You're right"

"But," I said, "I thought we were blood relatives"

"No," you said, "You just let me in"

"Nothing can take your place," I said

"Are you a mod or a rocker, and when did you grow out of it?," you asked

"I'm a professional," I said

"So you're scared with exactitude," you said

"I like my friends," I said

"Then you do have a shadow," you said

Outside, the birds creak, another computer crashes silently into the soft, wet, kind earth