Paul Goring Oct 2017
The spiders are back
Hanging their fine lines
Head high
It seems
Impressively mid-air

Slick shiny slug legions
Leave the lack leaf space
Sliding
towards sleep

Arthritic branches
Swollen knuckles bare
Grasp
At the clean fresh
Cold autumn air
Paul Goring Oct 2017
All of those you
danced with
laughed with
loved and
lay with

All of those
you shared with
ate with
gifted
and played with

Remember them
their smiles
their warmth
their stories
and their eyes

Remember
their weakness
their strength
their energy
and their lies

in remembering them
you live
Paul Goring Oct 2017
You were
the sight
the sound
that began it all
the gentle
warming
the convection
of currents
emotional and thermal
through the simple cup
of milk
the simple cup of milk
that now stands
with a skin
of white slime
impossible to shake
from my finger tip
impossible to
consume
without the sensation
of disposal
of other
Paul Goring Oct 2017
I adore you
being alive
every moment
significant
& celebrated
  
Washing chocolate
from your happy
teeth
with clean
cold wine
and joyous laughter
& later

I envy
your still
unhaunted sleep
& guiltless
dreams

As the munificent
folded
beer mat
beneath
my table leg
you stabilise
my flaws

you settle me
Paul Goring Jun 2015
Summer dusk
Swifts
screaming
Carving elegant
impossible arcs
against the
marbled blue
Paul Goring Jan 2015
They whistled
Walking early with their pals
because the deep cold black coal face

They whistled
Shining hard their Sunday shoes
because their boots could not be clean

They whistled
Reading close their Daily News
because the lock-less outhouse door  

They whistled
Climbing up the muddy *****
because the spiteful  Maxim's fire  

They whistle
When again they think of that
because the screams
because the screams
Paul Goring Jan 2015
Out in the night
Young
among
the raging masses
Feeling heroic
without reason
Seeking sensation
without knowing
what to feel
Making it all up
as I went along
Learning the language
of love
in a vicarious
hilarious
wondrous stupor
of righteous alcohol
fermenting bright-eyed
hormones
Spinning on my axis
broken glass
disco ball
fly-eyed
superman
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