International Flights (Irrational Sights)

There they all sat:

Hard-boiled eggs with white headphones,

with ketchup blankets,

Hard-boiled eggs with unborn babies,

with prescriptions they snuck through customs--

Snicker, snicker.

Hard-boiled eggs eating Snickers as chasers for their self-loathing:

A few extra pounds is always in fashion when you hate yourself,

It's in the fine print.

There we all were--

Encased in egg cartons, except this time,

they were made of leather and steel 

and they weren't sold at Safeway--

Sorry, no EBT's are accepted.

I was the only one with the light on,

It's only 11 PM,

It's in the fine print:

Hard-boiled eggs sleeping through their fears of flying,

coveting anxiety with complimentary boxed wine.

If they made planes to be technology-infused, robotic birds,

then shouldn't we embrace turbulence?

We blame our failures on technology:

it gives us a way to change,

but remain exactly the same.

Hard-boiled eggs with fears of progression,

with fears of under-activation.

My flight was the last to leave,

We were Mexican jumping beans with carry-on luggage,

trying to remember how to say "Hello" in Mandarin,

but all I could remember

is how much 

I detest eggs,

and how I wished I could 

put more 

flavor 

into my flight.

Author's Note

unfinished, random