The Whole Plane Clapped When We Landed
Maybe that’s how it feels—synth-
etic keys wailing sameold reverb—
like just vibing, tripping kinetic.
Poolblue and plastic and public
Poolblue and plastic and public
hospital art. Part plush and part
pushpin stuck into a map
of some great plastic and card-
board God. You want to believe that
you’re new. You’ve seen the walkthrough
on Youtube three times and all suites
look the same now. Nicer comfort-
ers, air still and empty as a chlorinated tomb.
SuperhyperTechnicolor world—
SuperhyperTechnicolor world—
where one flag is green, the other is blue.
Slot machines in the bus station.
Slot machines in the bus station.
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Oh, this is just wonderful! This feels simultaneously whimsical, exhausted, and existential.
Shaun,
Very well done. I can relate to the title of your poem, LOL!
Really enjoyed this!
Shaun, I really like the disorienting energy you capture here.
The color, texture, and atmosphere of this is really captivating. The YouTube walkthrough and SuperhyperTechnicolor really make the world of it. Lots of awesome moments!