Smoking in the door
Smoking from the rain
Loud at night experts
Hellow Geezer through traffic
I remember explaining anatomy
On his ripped torso
While my mate prattled
His prophetic religion spiel
Prognostication flowing from him
Albinus and Vesallius quietude
My certainties soft bloom
Now in this passing
I am recognized 'Geezer'
michael oliver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fourteen-lines-2/
