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.
16 thoughts on "The Whole Plane Clapped When We Landed"
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Oh, this is just wonderful! This feels simultaneously whimsical, exhausted, and existential.
Thank you Katrina! I love those descriptions.
Shaun,
Very well done. I can relate to the title of your poem, LOL!
Thanks, John! I agree–ground is for me.
Really enjoyed this!
Thank you, Patrick!
Shaun, I really like the disorienting energy you capture here.
Thank you, Jeremy!
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!
Thank you so much, River!
Wonderful! So much visceral energy here and great imagery of this “synthetic” life. Perfect title. I felt that, too.
Thank you, Michele!
“Pool blue and plastic and public” and “chlorinated tomb” are killers. Love the lineation choices, too. Wow.
Thank you so much, Austen!
My favorite: “a map/of some great plastic and card-/board God.
The description of the place here can fit itself around any number of detached, personal/impersonal environments–you have given us a lot to embrace.
Thank you, Greg. It is kind of a ‘backrooms/synthia” poem