THIS IS MARIE

I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be
in the conjugal room.
White walls, Niagara falls down my skin with you.
My name is Marie, can't you see?
I am still here and suffering.
I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be
in the conjugal room. F-f-f-fuck...
blade, not a chance to hesitate.
Will you see, see, see, see, see, see me me...?

But do you really see?
(No I really see my intention to speed up time.)
Then will you ever see?
(I'd rather read into pictures of tattoos and slime.)
Then I saw your picture,
again after 20 fucking years,
I spent all of that time remembering,
but not seeing your face, just a blank space,
mind can erase....you.

I haven't the energy.
To put my mind into this this, I'd rather sleep.
The Christmas tree, had fasley gleamed.
He was staring at me.

I drink my coffee in my room,
I write this down but not for you.
This is Marie, oh can't you see it's too soon.
This is Marie, now can't you see it's too soon.
I drink my coffee in my room,
I write this down but not for you.
This is Marie, oh can't you see it's too soon.
This is Marie, now can't you see it's too soon.
I'm falling down, falling down...just falling down.

-H.V.
5/7/11

NIGHT DREAMS

Disappearing, reappearing, rearranging, ever-changing

me is left to beg for another day.
wish can take so very much from me.....out of me.

Took his picture with my little cam,
oh my how he can bake a honey'd ham.

His smile quakes the very earth from under me.
I love to feel the motion of his heart beat.

I don't wanna wake,
from this dream.
When reality is done with me,
please let me sleep.
Imagination is saved, when you slumber,
the tumbler is dancing all around me.
I can't breath, but I'm alive in my night dreams.

-H. V.