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