day_in_the_life jane jolted into tangibility. bells and crickets my roosters. the rain pouring through the gutters as i blink awake. the dog, unnerved by my movement, crosses her legs and closes her eyes. running a bit late today, and not caring. i'd rather feel the warmth under white down (decorated by giant paws). next to slow fuzzy breathing, somewhat snoring, dreaming. i pull myself out anyways, at the moment i should have been leaving. the rain, no motivation, rushing down the windows as i make the bed. the trip is shorter than it should be. lights flash green, easy - relax my blood pressure flares up at reds. the ticket prints. the rain really coming down now. i light up in my car, the first morning smoke in years, half-embarrassed but desperate. the rain a fair setting for this event. i worry as i ramble, the smell will give me away, people will talk about how i've given in, how weak i am. the smoke my only solace in the wet winds. still, i hand mine off to some beggar, saying it's my last, which is only half a lie. and the rain only solidifies the smell of cigarettes into my hair. 110324 what's it to you? who go blather from