Post a poem about two geese

[Keith]

There's stuff that still floats around

There are times when a thought catches a breath,
forces it to speak to an empty room.
These are the grey days when I dont get dressed
but my mind wants to wear the weird costume.

I smell engine oil
and biscuit feet
wet wash days
and sweet sherry

You talk in clumps of daffoldil blindness,
hold my shoulders when a hug just shakes me
I smoke your cigerettes when really drunk
even stroke strange dogs when the vet says don't.