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Nigdaw 1d
tonight I am a poet
but that could just be
the drink talking
Nigdaw 1d
disposable breed
cogs in a big engine
they'll never know
the size of
infinitely replaceable
vending machine
of humanity
missed for a day
memory fades
with morning coffee
new recruits to train
  Apr 27 Nigdaw
Onoma
melancholia loses its voice after

the unbroken rasp of its whispers--

are stripped naked by the oppressive

vapors it possessed to temper.

lordly & nonemergent--walked thru

the walls of its mansion, into rooms

that bear the sound of drizzle.

hallways of bounding sunlight, stunted

by dense clouds.
looking back at the younger me
but that's history and it will
be rewritten,

in generations to come
when I've been discovered
they'll make me a saint
and
someone will paint me
in a flattering light.

She looks at the older me
and says,
oh dear me
they'll have to use a thick paint
to cover all the
cracks,

then She kisses me
and
the rest is history
  Apr 2 Nigdaw
Onoma
twelve pointed hats

lower over the silver pan

of her High North reclusion.

set down.

she stir fries the vegetative

chants of a clockwork coven.

an aroma fills the forest...

the unachievable balance between

decay & delectability.
Nigdaw Mar 19
my grandad on my mother's side
was a lamplighter
so sad that these memories should die
that in some small way
helped to make me
A lamplighter lit the street lamps in London.
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