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Paul Goring Jul 2011
Thickening
Softening
Growing wisdom
From painful
Periods of reflection
Slowing and quickening
Deep deep breaths
Lost significance
And drift
Paul Goring Jul 2011
You’ll thicken her hips
Forsake her lips
And then **** on her chips
That’s what you’ll do
Paul Goring Jul 2011
Collecting all of
the compliments,
the glances,
the well meaning
platitudes;
the want

Taking the pink
sticky pieces
of perceived value
pressing them,
thumb printed
and flattened
into your warm damp ball
of vanity
of gathered precious
feeling

Daily,
touching
pinching the surface
For a response
a reality check
& smoothing
smoothing it
like a being
an existing thing
a presence

Your need for value
outweighs
my words
Paul Goring Jul 2011
Unwrapping you,
right to the
hard stone centre;
the juice,
the pips
and the skin of you,
yielding

Enveloping you,
down to your
pithy whiteness;
your zest,
your aroma
and sugared flesh,
tempting

Understanding you,
right to the
timely autumn ripeness;
the colour,
the pallor
the new shined skin,
rising

Needing you,
down to the
sweet cool moments;
the flavour,
the fullness
the simple satisfaction,
lying
Paul Goring Feb 2011
Uniformed in creative black
Marlboro scented
Wonderstruck
Deliberately
Deliberate
Random
Pixie haired
Angel eyed
& brave

Daring herself to be
Enchantingly urbane
Zeitgeisty
Considerably
Considered
Aware
Pale skinned
Quaintly styled
& risky

A portfolio perfectionist
Absorbing influences
Ferociously
Delicate
Delicately
Persuasive
Scarlet lipped
Crystal tipped
& scared
Copyright Paul Goring 2011
Paul Goring Feb 2011
The snow drops keep coming
Insisting their way
Through the matted detritus
of memories;
A dolls arm with a biroed tattoo
& flattened empty
colour points
Of crisp packets fading,
Wind-blown papers
& plastic ragged shamblings
Decorating the hedges
Sprawling with thorns and freedom
& the snow drops keep coming

The snow drops keep coming
Placating the gardener
Now sitting benignly
Tending own life
& net curtains blur the sepia view
Of the children once playing
Of the beer cans and bricks
& the solitary shoe nest
& the apple tree still giving
Now casting wasp grass cocktails,
& the clichéd swinging gate
Warns of a dog dead before Lennon
& the milk bottle earwig crèche
Sits quiet beside the snow drops
lamenting
Copyright Paul Goring 2011
Paul Goring Feb 2011
A summer evening
The thirsty dog is drinking
Making new music
Copyright Paul Goring 2011
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