Raining on LAX (standard:poetry, 86 words)
Author: Violet	Added: Feb 26 2002	Views/Reads: 3314/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
poem.

Night.  Lights flash like Broadway or Vegas, planes spew steam like the
manholes in NYC.  Mafia men in dark suits suck up their spagetti 
through straws, Beverly hills born-and-raised Barbies running for their 
Miatas, their starlet spun-floss perms have been ruined.  Drenched rats 
eat newspapers and blood off the pipes.  And then theres me, running 
over the tarmack like mad, tying to catch faeries, only to realize they 
are only lights from a near-by plane, with the stars as my umbrella.  
As it's raining on LAX.


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