Foaf

A friend-of-a-friend
professionally
drops by my place
when the TV is on and
professionally
pokes at my brain
with stroboscopic lights

A friend-of-a-friend
professionally
holds my right hand
builds on my confidence
professionally
enshrouds me
in synthetic charms

A friend-of-a-friend
professionally
entrances
clandestinely plays
professionally
revolves in an arc
in my mind a motto for life

A friend-of-a-friend
professionally
taps on my shoulders
an educated rap
professionally
shapes symbols
of now foreseen victories

The eyes of
a friend-of-a-friend
professionally seek
my shirt's buttonholes
and a few scattered fragments
of my stylized response

And me
who have in my holes
all of my buttons
(I think there's a draught)
obliged for the visit
of the friend-of-a-friend

And after the trade-off
a friend-of-a-friend
without eyes-of-a-visit
or holes-for-the-buttons
professionally shoots
the final farewells
glacéed and well-mannered

That's what I will remember
when I maybe wake up

tomorrow.