Don’t worry





I’ll still be here

living





breathing





exercising on the wheel,







turning in the gravest circumstances.


I just won’t pick up.





You know,





flatline

ringtone—




with that voice saying something about not being able to extend and grab.


You can hold your own.










I’ll only be torso and heart.

You know, love that never comes through

You know,

no embrace,

not coming soon.


I’ll still be roaming

in the wilderness

without an answer to you.






You know.

With the birds.





-MAS

In the bedroom with Emily—

Emily’s bedroom—

asking if I can read her journals—

wondering if this is allowed,—

flipping, scanning, squirming—

laughing out loud—

and—

sometimes we’re crying—

and sometimes we’re having fun—

and I think she likes me—




I hope—





because I like her too—

(if all is how I want it to be—)

in a selfish way—





and—





this is a flirt—






in need of time

alone—


just us—




exchanging journals,



reading, secrets,




together,—



-MAS


The Dance


It’s an early morning wake up

Quick

Smile on my face

Kid again

Happy

Ready to step out

Hello how are yous’

Sunshine

Feeling good

Better than ok

Better than good

Better than ok


-Marquis Seabron

Birthday


Aging is like waiting for the tide to cover your ankles completely/


At first you’re afraid/

waiting for the cold/


It crashes/

Slushes/

Swirls/

And then there’s this feeling of warmth/

And/

You begin to understand/

It’s from accepting,/

And forgetting/

And moving on from fears/


-Marquis Antonyo Seabron


Hate

has no place in

my timeline

I give grace to those who came before me


-MAS

It is not paranoia if it is real

and I can write about my senses

and

the fearful

those who fear themselves

because those who fear themselves

are afraid of the world

for the world is them.


and you cannot deny what you have done to me

and same goes for me.

My pain is yours and yours is mine

as we are we.



-MAS

While receiving physical healing

I cried

and

I saw myself as a corpse,

with eyes wide open

being examined

and

I wanted no music

and natural lighting

so that I could listen

to the footsteps

and voices

and clients

and wood flooring

and

my own breathing

and the healer’s breathing too.

and

I was a corpse

in one of those freezers

having the autopsy being done

and

the cause of death

was self-inflicted

like

mouth to tail

like

cycle complete

like

not marked for death

like

approaching the door and knocking

like

closing the curtains during the show

like

pulling the plug during the episode

like

lights out while reading the best part

like

healers trying to find the right pieces

and

organs

and

magic

and

needles

and

thread

and

while they’re doing this

my essence had already left

yes

find me seeping

and tugging through the wire

that’s supposed to keep me intact

like

bleeding through gauze

like

what’s the point of a tourniquet

like squeezing the lime until it becomes bitter


-MAS

I feel confidence

when I’m with you.

That’s safety.

and I feel

your loving in truthfulness.

It’s almost dangerous how you believe

I can’t get more human than this

but you do.

You believe.

And you’re the only one who gives me reassurance

And

that’s why I kiss and hold you

as if we are merging back into one

and I only do this for you

and you see this

so you pull me closer

every time.


And


Never have you hidden your other lovers from me

because we both know you are loved by many and you love in multitudes

and there is no shame

no shame

and I fear not of informing you of the other lips I wish to kiss

and they are not you

and you accept and love me for my ability to disperse my fragmented heart


-MAS

Love and abuse



until it all falls down.


Can’t you see I’ve noticed

Do you see the fading?


-MAS

I want to grip you

squeeze you

let you go


-MAS

When Using “I” statements


I typically think too much about the word

and placement

and meaning

until I am wound up in

until I’m wound up

until I’m wound up

until I’m wound up

until I’m wound up

until I’ve wound up

until I’ve wound up all of the “I”

statements

at a local bar

far away from where I grew up

and tossed them over a bridge

somewhere remote

and

now I’m

sitting next to a wall and an empty chair

sipping

“we” statements

amongst “I” placements

so I pull out the last piece of myself and place it in an aluminum container

and wonder why would anyone want me as a tip.




-MAS



I’ve given up money

until I need it again


-MAS