'Too Many Poets'

Key to authors' pseudonyms

The kids were playing basketball
With stars upon their shoes
The clouds were coloured blue and grey
In melancholy hues
Ghostly people floated by
But no one spoke a word
While I listened to the melody
Of a prehistoric bird.

Another strange dream in Brooklyn
Made me think of Berkeley’s plight
Am I imagining each morning
Has the world all gone at night
Such mysteries surround me
On my quantum physics bed
While my mind is playing guessing games
I’m asleep and in my head.

I found myself within a park
Where a lady talked to trees
She gathered many healing herbs
And cabbage for her knees
Eleven was her number
And Gemini her sign
She sat before a silver screen
Translating every line.

Another strange dream in Brooklyn
Made me think of Berkeley’s plight
Am I imagining each morning
Has the world all gone at night
Such mysteries surround me
On my quantum physics bed
While my mind is playing guessing games
I’m asleep and in my head. 

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