Arrival

i’ll leave the back door open, unlocked the porch light on the key under the mat for you tonight in case you stop by my red eyed, purple circled, painted and powdered humble abode for a cram session in analyzing 206 theory 114 and love 319. i’ll light some extra stars in case you come by rooftop jumping on stepping stones made of stars over a river of procrastination and separation. i’ll set the ringer on high in case you need to call. i’ll feel lost for you sound strong and in control get confused and muddled i’ll even manage some tears just do come by i’d so like to have you. my room lights up when you walk in my bed gets warmer when you arrive the world spins a little faster and time is all but meaningless when you and your shadow make your entrance. so, you see, it would be better on us all if you – of you will? good. can i get you something a glass of water for your ego? or maybe a bunch of carbs to pump it up? oh, you have to go? well, see you soon talk to you later. and so you left and return again whether for the journey on rooftops or airwaves or the painful stuffing of your brain or maybe the wonderful refreshments i never know you says it is for me, only but i can’t believe that – who would want me?