rain. & in particular this rain. the rain of now, as it falls all overdue. it could be a reverie, a poem for you, & it would be but you're asleep. i'm sorry a bit because it's my fault (whatever 'it' is) & it's your fault too. we were younger once. i'll be up all night sharpening my teeth. hope you like it. no, i'm not talking about you; but i am trying to picture east nashville with her clothes off. honk if you don't give a shit. N. P. R. Song. Of. The. Day. typing is wicked hard after seeing Spoon kill it and also being drunk and wishing someone would cook you an omlette or maybe two eggs over-medium, homefries, rye toast and a cuppa coffee. it's stopped raining. and all this was made up. go back to sleep. just a dream, my love. good night.