MARQUIS ANTONYO SEABRON
Passing by
yellow boat
red water..
you are waving
from the shore,
alone
maybe
and
you look happy
and me too
and
I love you
still
breathing softly
and some parts smell like cinnamon
some lavender
some rain
then the scent of sunshine
coming from a blue sun
Like green
vines
All these visions of what can be true but will never happen. All those good, fake, memories dancing in the head.
If the walk hurts my feet, I might fly on my own
Skipping islands, over water, no path, no road.
stay away
face turned, because of songs,
half ugly
rose and smoke colored burns
leave me lone
leave me, lone
lone,
please,
leave me alone,
want you no more.
yellow wind
leaves my lips
cold like abandoned and forgotten bones
all those messages
all those lies
tongue heavy
harder than bone.
head with nine horns,
iris deep blue
mistaken as black
pupils chrome
seeing the hunger living in godly bodies
leave me be
on this ride
I’m on my way home
In my bag of spirits
keep digging or more,
fingered right past Satan, Vishnu, and another one
with skin that was blue
and then I get to the floor
I mean, it’s gotta be the bottom,
I’m sure
who can carry us through a pain we weren’t supposed to endure?
Dancing with four left feet
a tentacle
few spider legs
gliding
12 eyes on my forehead
bright
blinding
breathing words
inhaling fire
vibrating nerves
Gathering water from hearts full.
A thirst
quenched for those recently becoming loveless
(to a) god of unconditionally,
why are you leaving?
is the water too deep for you?
are you flooded?
Whatever,
the pen, the brush
are the only true loves known to me
smiling pleasantly
smile
smile
smile
smile
smile
warmest thing below me
warmest in the summer
warmer under blankets during winter
warmer than a kiss in December
back to flying
shine your light
for darkness,
and it may protect
Stop
Did you hear the rain when it came
are you trying to cry alongside the world
when you attempt yell out, does your throat feel blocked by stones
breathe
no
hold it within
like there are no openings
“let it go”
“even when chaos slips out, talk”
Kneeling to a fallen warrior,
knowing war against your past
open hand
parry
full force punch
soft-light crash
because the anger does not warrant violence.
because the rumbling heart does not deserve to die
because the weary eyes are nourishing,
the body need not search for sleep underneath soil
yet this is not the obituary of a eulogy
for all must meet with life
sooner-
or-
later
breathe
you will be home again
after leaving the place you’ve known
and upon the sky
we make love with
wind
and
heat
and
wetness
and
the formless structure
and below
below
earth
what lies?
Sweet swimming spots
sounds so secure
sponge state
sullen slates
sleeping saints
suddenly awake
in a submarine
so sad—
knowing skies can wait
constantly changing shape
letting myself escape
I don’t need protection from the water,
from the bottom
here is where I’m safe
you and me both
make an iridescent space