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Night falls and I
feel denial wane;
Then I see myself
outside a bar upon a street,
Somewhere in the
bar is Mary Kane.
Hair as black as
carnal sin and eyes of heartache blue,
Lips so soft as
drive a man insane;
Happy one could die
if on your coffin someone drew:
“Spent one night on
Earth with Mary Kane.”
I was not some
country hick, I knew the city’s score,
Many men I’d
watched go down the drain;
Screaming love for
some old painted up, pathetic whore,
Things were different
with Mary Kane.
Bubbling like a
champagne cocktail, sitting close to me,
Perfume such that
caused my chest to pain;
Cigarettes and
whispers from this angel on my knee,
Love songs in my
ear by Mary Kane.
Rum can make one
careless and defenses undermine,
Sending siren’s
songs that warp the brain;
When she looked at
me my heart was turned into a shrine
Dedicated to my
Mary Kane.
Every day I told
myself ‘This wasn’t what you planned”
All my instincts
told me to refrain;
On the thirteenth
night I knelt and asked her for her hand,
Be my love forever,
Mary Kane.
How the gun got in
my hand I guess I’ll never know,
Shots rang out, an
echoing refrain;
Laughter stilled as
bullets from a mad, rejected beau
Ripped into the
heart of Mary Kane.
How I wept to see
my love so swiftly pass from life,
Blood upon her
breast a Titian stain;
I was such a fool
to think this girl would be my wife,
No one else would
have my Mary Kane.
Fourteen years have
passed since I went in to quench my thirst,
Every night this
urge comes on again;
Surely this is
witches’ work and surely I am cursed,
Doomed each night
to lust for Mary Kane.
Now this cell wall
tells my tale so reader, have a care,
If love hits you
like a hurricane;
Satan comes in many
guises, with your heart beware,
Lest you find
yourself a Mary Kane.
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