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.