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Eryri Aug 2019
Hazards lie in wait
As the Disco lights ignite.
Rhythm the seducer
The DJ the inducer.
Eryri Aug 2019
Fragments of a cacophony hung in the air:
A note here, a note there

Broken glass crushed underfoot
Traffic-cone-trumpets playing flat notes
A grievous insult to the left
Uproarious laughter to the right:

All in all a right riotous night!
Eryri Aug 2019
Time passes:
We must accept this.
Three years IS three years
No more
No less.
Your child grew gradually
Over those three years
As you all went about your routines:
Waking
Changing
Eating
Laughing
Arguing
Working
Sleepin­g
So your Facebook surprise
At the passing of time
Seems a little odd.
Time doesn't fly,
It passes us by as a constant
Whilst our deadly dull routines
Wish our lives away,
Day after accelerated day.
Eryri Jul 2019
I hung tantalisingly in the night sky
For a billion and more years,
Your coy companion,
Your one-faced little twin sister
Left barren by our mutual creation.
Glad was I then
- as an Aunt to your four billion children -
That you sent twelve to visit me in my dotage.
I do hope you visit in peace again soon.
Yours faithfully,
The Moon.
Eryri Jul 2019
My dear Astronaut,
Love you to the moon and back:
Easy on splashdown
Eryri Jul 2019
Your creeping tendrils reek of toil and stress,
They've taken root beneath my bed,
Your nourishment is the nightly sweat,
That drip drip drips off my forehead;
You lap it up greedily.
Every drop intensifying your desire to confuse me,
To consume me with self-doubt,
Slowly but inevitably,
Turning my mind against itself.

An unwilling host for your dark massy form,
I carry you silently dusk to dawn.
You grow fatter day-by-day,
Becoming ever more greedy night-by-night,
Taking joy in supping on my liquid fear:
Like the perfect storm at sea,
You are too big to weather.
You are a ferocious dog let slip his lead.

You have blocked all escape routes,
Your shifting, insiduous form did that stealthily,
My mind, turned-in, paralyzes me:
A mental and physical double-lock,
Confining me to my king-size prison,
Meaning you can gorge upon my misery,
Until you leave nothing but an empty shell,
Then friends and family will all agree, 
"at least now he is free of his living Hell"
Eryri Jul 2019
Something high in the sky is superior
It views me as completely inferior
I fear for my soul
Lest it fall down a hole
Into a fiery Lake Superior.
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