Mary Jane grew up by the seashore in a boardwalk town
lived on a sailboat that had somehow run a ground
there she spoke in a language of her own creation
though it has a Slavic ring to it, it had no destination
she conducted the consciousness of that desolation as her true duty
in the hopes her poet words would create a masterful beauty
aside from the sexual forays that she’d use to exacerbate
she lied and said, ”I belong to the hangman who likes to masturbate.”
she moved in with him here at the age of eighteen it was more than he’d seen
she had piercing eyes that were the color of something close to Hooker's green
so now Mary Jane changed her name to Mourning Dove
she thought it beautiful because it rhymed with love
she feels like summer when it is snowing out on the beach
but somehow all she knows is that her happiness is just beyond her reach