Geoffrey.

[busker]

going rather sideways
is it an easy old dream
all the blood is bled
from the better days
what can you see
when you open your eyes
nothing very much
I bet very red
and surely a sea bream
but breathing
is what you still do
Geoffrey

and 

today you had a fantasy
to sit in your chair
what a wild idea
what a ghost
what a phantasm
what an amusing dare
Geoffrey

Are memorable

A fine poem.