“ Storming “ ...

” Storming “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Storming
under siege
re-assuring
legacies

receiving
blunt warnings
creating
timely vacancies

seen as second
opportunities
like simple majorities

stirring unease
leading
to worrying
yet still conceding
to nothing

increasing
sun sensitivities
feeling somewhat giddy
due to uncanny abilities
to detect new inklings
of emerald greens

perceived upon celestial
altarpieces
from second-row seats
while smiling impassively
and whispering lovingly...

“ A Clash “ ...

” A Clash “

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

A clash is expected
under the influence
of residual mysteries
for once and for all,
“All for one
and one for all”
buzzing with energy
having abandoned
far-flung kvetches
upon entering eternal rests
where, “All are welcome “
choruses playing overhead
“Come and get it!”
overall effectiveness
gently held together
softer textures
gentler hand gestures
footsteps
delicately ancestral...

“ Set to Tilt “ ...

“ Set to Tilt “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Set to tilt into the parlor
having once been promised
to get “the nod”
on anthropological constants
of “ probably nots”
being deemed too quarrelsome
top to bottom as somewhat startling
mamas’ and papas’
“Of course nots!  Now stop it!”
while running down
like tick tock tick tocks
in cubic yards...

“ In the Air “ ...

” In the Air “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

In the air
easy on the eye
yet highly volatile
like e-commerce giants
commanding attention
nefariously nesting
in deadwood as script central
capturing turbulence
due to deceased prospects
having deadened the senses
being subjected
to ethereal developments
of blistering pyrotechnics
called, “retro echoes”...

“ It Is Early Mourning “ ...

” It Is Early Mourning “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

It is early mourning
whistling softly
for moral support
“No, not at all
and not for long -
I’d rather see
talented people
doing something new”
debuting music
sparkling wine
thwacking drums
music for couples
loving one another
newly wonderful...

“ Clearing Their Throats” ...

” Clearing Their Throats “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Clearing their throats almost inaudibly
hands on foreheads in the front yard
here’s my report card with pails and mops
straw-blonde looking hard for coats of arms
worn on garments with stand-up collars
over my dead body blind beggars with guitars
strumming, “Yes Papa - Love My Mama”plucking sharply...

“ Most Everybody “ ...

” Most Everybody “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Most everybody gets all worked up
by “I don’t know what!”
while flying in the face of custom
in a mighty public way
being treated very funnily lately
“Why is that important anyway?”
sort of like making a strawberry phosphate
in celebration of standing against a wall waiting
in anticipation of grave silences across the stage
musingly saying,  “There’s much to say
about a wedding day seated in the last
row of the congregation babies on laps
as plain as day as yet unnamed hearing
hours striking very plainly...

“ A Ghostly Authority “ ...

” A Ghostly Authority “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

A ghostly authority
spewing imagery
rarely leaving a mark
recoiling in horror
curators artists
overarchingly
strongest by far
uncanny oranges
influences of Brahms
held in high honor
condensed harmony
out-of-character
tragi-comedy monologues...

“ Leading Watchdogs “ ...

” Leading Watchdogs “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Leading watchdogs
dropping proxies
re-opening hostilities
sought by both parties

ultimately between
you and me
missing opportunities
under conditions
of anonymity
gambling with reality
speaking publically

dotting windfarms
igniting sparks
over deathbed squabbles
as the worst part
of the bizarre newly departed
unlocked despondency...

“Trepidation”...

“Trepidation”

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Trepidation
of late players
sowing uncertainty
curtailing chances
continuing travails
dampening days after
the crash as inaudible gasps

proctoring tropical plants
a top palpable hot air
existing here there
and everywhere

hot lava crawling
masterfully played off
by the choruses
of the regally
and severely gorgeous
angelic hoards above scores
of marble-floored crematoriums...

“ Broadly Appealing “ ...

” Broadly Appealing “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Broadly appealing “How could It not be?”
after all, it’s about the human body
speaking figuratively mixing not-new
and old from the beginning to end
built-in like gender and identity
like filtered light in silhouette
while leaving fleeting impressions
of  “ Never Better” minimal gesturing
amplifying pleasurable symptoms

put all together
having a skeleton-
relevant questioning
interweaving delicate
threads into sleds
irrespective of gender
pitch and smoothness
presumably
yielding improvement
by prescribing solutions

rooted in the platitudes
of ill-suited loosey-goosey
feel-good do-gooders
versus grandiose human
planning being accused
of undoing previous ingenuity

leading to the disembodying
of all meaning while falling
just short of irrational rebukes
as protuberant universal disputes
due to the reconstitution
of hemorrhagic abuse...

“Placed” ...

“ Placed “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Placed squarely
among the walrus-like
cross hairs
of a gray mustache
preparing to ignore
the revolving doors
of a cadre of lawyers
having moved well outside
of the counsel of the court
while underperforming
with fingers crossed
all without warning
upon receiving
skimpy sartorial support
from a flimsy love story
feeling neglected
yet impeccably well read
being artificially resurrected
by reconfigured elements
expressed as requisite
red-carpeted entrances
of unexpected
late-arriving guests
still looking “fab”
in their period “glad rags”
emanating vivid magnetism
striking aristocratic glamour
poses now seen as “down pat”
making you feel like slow dancing
prevailing swelling violins be damned
deemed, “too flashy”
for swing saxes of jazz
keeping lost amour intact
sentimentally stepping back
into espousal time travel...

“ Taking the Lead “ ...

” Taking the Lead “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Taking the lead after hunkering
down into a long long dormancy
having felt under siege for years and years
due to horrific loss and grief
being compounded season by season
bleeding green eyes wincing
jaws gritting spirits plummeting
pondering honoring home team sweet spots
flashing neon phenomenons
revelations that rock like wild cards
having gone off the charts
surging seas of green confetti flying...