Inventions In The Mind Poem by ALAN WOHLMAN

HI
The trees are talking, and I can hear every word
My arms are wings, and I can fly like a bird
I can see the stars and sit on the moon
And a lion ran by and whistled a tune
My, my
Am I high?

I just spoke to Jerry; He's inside my head
He said he was one of the Grateful Dead
I told him that he should go back to bed
He said he's not kidding, he's really Jerry Garcia
He's on his way to South Korea
He wants to meet Keith Cobain
I wonder if I am going insane
My, my
He must be high

Now I'm swimming, God knows where
I see a whale sitting in a chair
He's reading a book without a care
OMG, guess who's here
It's Barack Obama and he has no hair
He's telling some fish about free healthcare
My, my
I'm high as the sky

 
I'm about to go on, I'm taking the stage
Are you kidding me, I'm after Jimmy Page?
I can't really sing, this must be wrong
Someone in the band is starting a song
I'll give it a try…They're beginning to clap
What do you know, I'm singing rap
This is so crazy I can't even watch
I'm rapping, I'm dancing, I'm grabbing my crotch
My, my
So very high


I've just arrived at a restaurant in Bucharest
Sitting at a table with a woman who has a magnificent chest
She thinks I'm seven-eleven, a master spy and slips me a gun
I tell her this must be a dream, but she says "sorry gotta run"
Some guy approaches. He has a patch on one eye and a hat on his head
He looks me square in the eye, laughs, so I shoot him dead
He gasped and moaned
Buddy you're stoned

I'm wondering the streets, it's just after dark
It looks like I'm heading into an amusement park
The horses are leaving the carousel
I jump onto one and ride it like hell
It leaves the ground and soars through the air
My God this is a fast-flying mare

I guess I'm still high
Good day, and goodbye