The Queen of pretty boys and I decide

       Productivity is nonexistent –

Life is a cycle of

     Salty rice crackers and water.

 And we sit in a green and purple airport

              At midnight

        South of the Mason Dixon Line…

     (The less we seek our souls for some definitive,

    the closer we are to find),

     After we have discovered that philosophers

                     are full of shit.

       We wait for something more solid

    Than styrophoam coffee,

     More substantial than love

           And prickly our plane air.

            That we must now return to.