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Country Of My Mind

from PARACHUTE TRAMPS by John Isaac Watters

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COUNTRY OF MY MIND

Oh the country of my mind it warrants all my time/Beneath the brooding blinds that make my mechanized eyelids start/And yes there was something round your lips, something hideous/I think I caught a glimpse of your face in my heart/And she told this to the man with the wool cap in his hand/She said, “How can you stand to be so un-understandable?”/She said tell me when you Wrote that letter/no matter what you meant/My love it was irresistible ///Say this when I’m dead/Say this when I’m dead as dreams and love/As breaking bread and bleeding blood/For all I’ve done is not enough/For all I’ve done is not enough///What man could read in life a poem- or think a thing so strange could bring/A girl into his home or somehow prolong his days?/A twig it trembles when a bird alights and earthquake in the dead of night/I wake to find she came and went without a trace.//And I tell this to the wind, who has been the best of friends/In mountain cold or highway road I’ve never been alone/And I whisper it disconsolate say speed death on its course/And feverish release my grip upon this earthly home/Then aching in the aspen groves upon a mountain made of stone/I finally found a home alone visceral and warm/And he held peasant hands to me full of singing leaves and trees/With broken hearts we both believed our backs against the storm/And I shouted, BE MINE! BE MINE! BE MINE!/And turned and leapt and left the cliff to dive into the sea/And as I fell she screamed I AM THINE! I AM THINE!/And I like to think she’s still thinking of me

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from PARACHUTE TRAMPS, released January 1, 2010

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