Attention Artistical Peoples!
Jul. 15th, 2006 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mckenzeeWould anyone care to illustrate this?
I expected the sparrows in the terminal. Birds get in, I’ve seen them all my life in shopping malls and grocery stores. There is even a pigeon in the Pompadeau Center that I call Pierre.
But, stranded in JFK at 4 am, I didn’t expect the javalinas rooting around the garbage cans, ducking into the shadows when someone came near.
The Filipino security guards organized hunts well after the last flight of the night, racing down the empty corridors on their little gold carts, armed with ceremonial spears confiscated from tourists.
At dawn, there will be a bloodletting in the cargo hold of a bankrupt 727 on the east end of the tarmac. There will be pig flesh roasted over an oilcan and grown men will cry, inhaling the aroma of pigs past. If the young Nigerian keeps it together, he will be branded and finally let into the Baggage Handlers Union of NY and NJ, local 357.
I fly out of here at 0900. I hope there is enough scotch on the plane to wash clean my dreams.
I expected the sparrows in the terminal. Birds get in, I’ve seen them all my life in shopping malls and grocery stores. There is even a pigeon in the Pompadeau Center that I call Pierre.
But, stranded in JFK at 4 am, I didn’t expect the javalinas rooting around the garbage cans, ducking into the shadows when someone came near.
The Filipino security guards organized hunts well after the last flight of the night, racing down the empty corridors on their little gold carts, armed with ceremonial spears confiscated from tourists.
At dawn, there will be a bloodletting in the cargo hold of a bankrupt 727 on the east end of the tarmac. There will be pig flesh roasted over an oilcan and grown men will cry, inhaling the aroma of pigs past. If the young Nigerian keeps it together, he will be branded and finally let into the Baggage Handlers Union of NY and NJ, local 357.
I fly out of here at 0900. I hope there is enough scotch on the plane to wash clean my dreams.