honey

Honey bones tripping through the desert
on a mushroom high
opening the doors of the mind
I see visions of veiled ladies
swaying in tune with the wind
I can see them afar off
beckoning I join them

a bohemian affair
there's a mist between here and there
I hear Jim Morrison off in the distance
he's out there writing poetry about his strawberry girl

I'm a gypsy following a caravan
a cult leader says he knows jesus
wandering my own way I see heaven is closed
atop a cloud people have collected
waiting for the long-awaited jesus christ superstar
I hear today he is Depeche Mode

I hear planet caravan by Black Sabbath
surely they know we're headed in the great unknown
as earth continues her way through the cosmos
or perhaps Snoop Dog knows where the next episode is at

god promised to marry me
I have tulip tree as a bouquet
but like Alice in wonderland I'm either much too small or big
and Lucifer much like the Cheshire cat always vanishes
when it comes to  the big questions

I'm stuck with a hookah smoking caterpillar
and tweedle dee and tweedle dumber
are painting the roses red
and I'm late for tea with the mad hatter
as you know only the best people are mad