Mnemo Muzak
In an internally persuasive discourse daze
of 'Derevaun Serauan, Derevaun Seraun',
down Dereham Road. Dereham Road. Howl Zion days,
when I was porngaunt, scoreborn.
When I was scoreborn to sweet cur boons,
wild enough to grow psychoplasmic clothes
'low Eurolupine, learysickatryst moon
(sphere rose over Spherical Rose).
Dereham Road, a world by any other name...
Poignantly porngaunt, taught by the sleeveworn
that pocket billiards was my game
whilst hair on my palms still didn't need to be shorn.
No Lytranthrope, wolfperson w/ pronouns,
or deadnamed Dirk Diggler w/ phalloplastic
Trigger's broom. My pocket billiards player's rope
gnawn
doper way than dysphoria, tho' still a bad habit.
Turn on, tune in & grow up a picayun-
icorn, inconsequential & unique. I coulda been
a downtown tribune, downtown tribune,
but the scoreborn pourscorn l/ a teen.
Down Dereham Road, Dereham Road of dented
leopard, dented leopard roadkill went doom-
dating whelps. They never repented
the nepenthe, coz scoreborn follows scar boom.
Whether '88, '99, zerozero, borngaunt jeune
squelettes, diaspora of scorers crunch
urban recurrences. Pusherman in the moon,
loyal ivory dealer of youth's lush putsch.
We skinned up on CD cases, the record sleeves,
& upon the very vinyl & CDs. Smaze mauve room,
where mauvais foi of paranoia, twigs & leaves
blessed us blandiose blasphemers who communed.
Tales so slight, vignette vinegaroons
- 'least I chased my own, tho' Hounds of Ultrabox
tore out my tindervox. I was gagged by the moon-
set, the most porcelain storm. Mornshocked,
urb cubs slowcooked, poignantly porngaunt.
Afa, gluggy, June gloom? Rejoice, it's June!
Youth is wasted, but monsters I'd haunt,
acolytes I'd slough? Gone the same: remains too soon.