I took a walk,
Only to meet you,
I took a walk,
And tangentially we converged,
Arty, oh Arty,
Do you hear me from the depth of my silence?
Do you hear me from the shallowness of my words?

Arty, oh Arty,
Say yes, and let’s go to a happy hour,
And when the happy hour is over,
You can stay through the sad ones,
But only if you wish.

Say yes, and I’ll introduce you to the other imaginary chums,
To all the chimps,
To all the chaps, to all the monkeys,
Moonlighting over a bag of potato chips.

Arty, oh Arty,
Dear friend in the making,
Like an espresso machine that needs warming,
Hear me in the depths of my silence and shallowness of my words.

Let’s exchange email addresses,
Only to make sure never to write each other,
Let’s exchange phone numbers,
So that we’d never call,
Arty, this round is on me,
So that I wouldn’t owe you anything,
Except for a tangential crossing of our paths.