A Pome a Day for a Year

Just like it says on the tin,
though the tin is a webpage
and I am not a varnish product.
I am a human, who is listening
to vaporwave music and smiling a little
but I feel weird inside,
and sometimes the blissful misremembered
familiarity zonks me back into touch.

I like when the tinkle of the past
hits a stretched out piano tone
and a chord of the nineteen eighties
flashes in my memory,
and there I am, a kid again, recalling
the media and environment
in which I believe I was happier.

Not sure how true that is, if I am being
honest. Might investigate that in a
different pome, but for now
I am like a chrysalis of music
and the tunes my coocoon
and I hope to be born a bright
shining beacon of mothness!