" Fewer Jolts "...

" Fewer Jolts "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Fewer jolts brooding ghosts
cocooning super heroes
seen as too subdued
to be counterintuitively spooky
even beneath full moons
shared by luminous multitudes
getting long-in-the-tooth
via schemes of diversity

while swinging on bungees of controversy
rerouting malleability performing poorly
heading toward bankruptcy skittering erratically
eerily teetering donning beehive wigs
underwhelmingly teased inconsistent regality

paradoxically free thinking
via ectoplasmic idiosyncrasies
hauntingly disappearing and reappearing
for perfectly good reasons albeit invisibly
intervening bereavers feeling rumpled and dirty
upon witnessing sadness and grief
suffering passive/aggressiveness eternally
minus its meaning being deemed
gimmickry as pure pedigree...




 

" At Home "...

" At Home "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

At home playing romantic
heads and shoulders
crotches and toes
all in symbolic poses

name checked in videos
via remote control
sharper more composed
yet exhilaratingly emotional

becoming nostalgic in tone
all foretold at a quick tempo
seen in slow motion
mysteriously and remotely

bare-boned mechanized utopias
all in the eyes of the beholder
kept tightly closed while do-si-do-ing
and performing polkas in Poland...

" Coming Under Attack "...

" Coming Under Attack "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Coming under attack taking chances
as chiefs of staff denying access
still under contract but being banned daily
by multi-formatted chains of command

predators be damned as unseen phantoms
in prolonged actions of bigger badder faster
frontier fashion via vintage Instagram

commanding mere name brands sunglass clad
across last-strawed-no-man's lands
on camels' backs during feasts-or-famines

during marginal gatherings still lacking
in understanding by both gooses and ganders
for sacrificial lambs with default reactions
from adrenal glands too terrified to act...

" In the Presence "...

" In the Presence "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

In the presence
of our reputable selves
following in ancestral footsteps
in the shape of self-respect

cemented by confidence
and family affection reflected
like numberlessness turning heads
upon retiring to rest

lighting incense with play money
of seven-card-stud like inevitable drunks
pouring White Russians
while considering ante structures
for purposes of discussion

impressively enough favored to make a flush
hands rolled up against a double
of powerful fronts playing unluckily

getting busted as, "Class Insecta"
with three pairs of legs three body regions
one or two pairs of wings plus one pair of antennae

like mayflies dragonflies termites and stoneflies
on ground or on vegetation
in ground or in wood chewing chewing chewing

poking around throughout the sufficiently powerful
doomsday scenarios asking, " Is the variable
speed of light theory just bogus?"
showcasing spokes as rotating strokes of one nonzero...

" Shadows of Prophesy "...

" Shadows of Prophesy "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Shadows of prophesy
casting the keys and weeping
howling unbuckling shields
beating wings eyelids over the deep
as a memorable fancy indeed

lines written in early spring
like nature-linked periwinkle
breezy budding twigs bees buzzing
upwards into summer green

sheep bleating candid appeals
" Oh memory!" never questioning
grave rest fresh wreathing
iron wheels human creatures

strangers speaking,
"Come! Rest with me!"
grief has made us "unbelieving"
as sweet angelic slips of a thing
passing into a dream...

" It's Anybody's Guess "...

" It's Anybody's Guess "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

It's anybody's guess
appetites whetted for heroines
on Summer Weekends

still untested as,
"Just an expression"
for questionable contents
donning drop-dead
chest protectors

unable to pay the rent
with bob-inflected storytelling
special sound effects
refurbishing themselves

just left of center
while still sweating
belting out countermelodies
for composers in residence

with smatterings of regulars
wondering, "Where else?!"
yet thinking of settling
into middle registers

tentatively pledged
ruminating on redemptive memory
where energy ends left penniless...

" A Rare Visitor "...

" A Rare Visitor "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

A rare visitor captured while plunge diving
as juvenile pigeon like fishing lines
of hook-billed kites with staring eyes in harrier flights

once upon a time all in exchange for typewriters
containing shadow and light art-world supplied
despite copyright as skywriting animated lives
over time mimicking stalactites of white

over mines of anthracite
forming hard-finished iron
via legions of diarists on the sly...

" Seconds Before "...

" Seconds Before "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Seconds before soaring
bat hawks bare their claws
seemingly stalling falling exploiting gravity
increasing speed swept back wings
stooping split right down the middle in symmetry
learning remembering bewildering
creatures pulling on our heart strings
with tiny illnesses feeling traumatized
keeping completely still and quiet
tripping in the wild while flying
mice glide in diminishing spirals...

" Get Cracking "...

" Get Cracking "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Get cracking
geeky powers
lights bots action
as vital-stats' whiplash

like flow-chart chats
via all-access passes
swim mags
green caps
sky caps
egads !!!

happy landings
summed-up as brands
in pre-store sales
circling back

Relax! Relax!
friendly hackers
as casual fans
of champion
humpback whales

performing courtship songs
in warm waters close to shore
sharing souvenirs of land-walking pasts

avian soarings above clear waters
gathering data on orcas
straining sea water

muscular tongues
detached wonderment
easily and comfortably:
" Thar she blows!!! "...

" Bearing Witness "..

" Bearing Witness "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Bearing witness:victim or villainous
attractively cinched and primped
staring out windows
while inviting sympathy
for taxidermied beasts
once posing irrepressible energy

deep beneath ocean floors
meticulously recording failing coral
due to rapid warming
while weary dive teams
appear to be superficially lovely
through thickening bubbly intrigue

barraged by murky improbabilities
large and small bodies
unintendedly wished upon
as macabre backdrops for former four stars

free from scavenging
while floating over glowing oceans
coral growing below
cloaked in glorious moments
clad in clownish clothing
while hanging over bobbing boats
far off the coast

observed whales and fish
as informal folks
not unlike dormice or lions
seen side-by-side
throughout our entire lifetimes

perceiving silver bells and cockle shells
as pretty little maids all in a row
upper and lower opening and closing molluscs
straightforwardly deemed love notes

though not always sung in unison
season throughout season
attempting to out sing one another
as territorial functions
of both lover and beloved
echoing endless duets...