33
The Mountains Are Jonesing
by Catfish McDaris
“Why you trying to read my plans
gypsy queen, you cannot see into
my hand or mind there is no blood
boiling in my veins, only voodoo
Magic, the mountains want me back
before my time is gone, my ride is
waiting, a brook full of trout, a field
of wild strawberries, a hot springs
A person cannot ask for much more,
I’ve had love and lost it, I was never
worthy, I hurt people I cared about,”
Spaniard bought a ticket for Mexico,
the bus tires on the asphalt sadly sang,
shadows and lights consume my spirit.