|Raining on LAX (standard:poetry, 86 words)|
|Author: Violet||Added: Feb 26 2002||Views/Reads: 1827/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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. Tweet
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