This poem was written by Jared Harriss -- copyright 2001 -- All rights are reserved, so please ask permission before copying or taking for your personal use --

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Routine I have laid on just a mattress night after night breathing in incense like oxygen. Tracing cracks on my wall in my bedroom with my eyes in dim light hearing echoing roars from the freeway 2 miles from my doorstep. All with excitement! Thinking that if I block-out everything else focus on nothing but loneliness I would hear footsteps as you walked through rays of moon light to my door. And tonight I heard them and I fled from my worn crib to my entrance wanting to welcome you. But here I am crouched under the peep hole so silent writing hesitating procrastinating I know that I will open the door, your stay is always so short, and you will leave and I will wait for loneliness and read cracks till you come again. Only to give you a key to my back door.

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