Hello. My dream,
A drink with Ted Berrigan.
We're discussing the code
Of the meaning within.
When, just at that moment,
The ceiling caved in
& destroyed everything
'Cept the drugs & the gin.
Now, Ted's talking backwards
To underaged cops.
The lights & the law &
This feeling won't stop.
I look at my wristwatch.
It must have fell off.
Decided a good enough
Time to get lost.
Now, me & the Learned
Astronomer got high
In some Grecien alley
As bombers flew by.
He looked at the stars
& he started to cry.
"I don't think there's room
Up there for you & I."