“ A Patch of Rampant Bamboo” ...

” A Patch of Rampant Bamboo “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

A patch of rampant bamboo
shoots sprouting all around clapboard houses
surrounding station wagons
forming thickets bringing in pandas
well before the ban of remaking health care

via juicy and outlandish big personalities
fueling solid “Nutcrackers” during leaves of absence
in order to bear heirs young and pale
more timid than can be imagined
footlights set aglare blaring back-to-back arctic blasts...

“ Mile-Long “...

” Mile-Long “

by Suzán Jiván 
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán 

Mile-long grisly surreal
unleashing inquiries
via mangled bodies
manically waving 
down the highway 
like zombied mobs 

being cast in tragi-comedies
yet too senseless to believe
as sirens and police fein insanity
via pit bull tactics that sow doubt 

bailing out loose cannons 
scrambled harassments
clashes gaps knee-jerk
reactions casualty counts 
messy battles handed down
commanding, “Stand Down!!!”...

“ Unveiling “...

” Unveiling “

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán 

Unveiling charges copping 
a plea to lying guilty
in the court of common pleas

pre-picking juries
with early words on “dirt”
risk averse to word searches that “hurt”

freely blocking bans defying breezy 
highs in the mid-to-upper 60’s
becoming partly cloudy 

broad-reaching messy sprays 
in post-season celebration 
being disseminated by champagne 
and long-running labor cost savings
excluding damaging hurricanes 

I’m just sayin’’
“There’s unrest in the Ancients’
faith in imagination
due to predation over decades”

filled with nets and lines 
left with little-or-no life
yet not particularly surprising 

like feeling zanily grateful
for “stupid fame”
It’s so hard to say,
“Being less read today”

via tragic association 
teasing pie-in-the-sky
mimes that rhyme
getting hit broadside...

“ Motion “...

“ Motion “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Motion denied declaring:
“You are what you buy!”
without taking sides

still seething over empty seats
in broken-down rigs
besides the mainstream

surging through consuming
communities being viewed zooming
through the drive-thru in kinky boots

hidden in computers
filled with lost law suits
filed the day before
fraud having reached
the breaking point

while dreaming
of enormous joy
but mournfully
left with prolonged
longing shoring
up ports of call

restoring rounds of talks
feeling twice as strong
offering choruses
of sonorous voices...

“ A Hard Task “...

” A Hard Task “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

A hard task
made
even harder
all eyes on
targeting
the populace
in airless hovels
garnering
sewage and garbage

undermining “The Party”
via bots on turnstiles
coming to quick stops
with philosophical
whiplash problems

figuring prominently
while swiping cards
and charging diesel cars
with scattershotted
cellphone zombies
countering nonsense
still looking calm

feeling immune to being duped
within darkened rooms
of major institutions
constituting pursuit
of undisputed dystopian futures...

“ Cynically Twisted “...

“ Cynically Twisted “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Cynically twisted volatility
re-visiting muddied health fixes
re-engineering dark materials

mandatory prison for rigged systems
false news dripping conspiracy theories
amid the uniformity of scandal and loss

gold-bordered greeting cards
graphic novels of prominent rock stars
lyrics written within narrow apartments

micro-particled tattooed artists’ inked arms
opposition parties “rich or not”
working moms going “mod”

becoming capable of bonding
while attending galas
table-hopping toddler nuances

lock-step military garb
white polka-dot tops
striped socks printed bottoms

“Be still my heart!”
trilogies starting
as ambitious larks’
simbiotc sitcoms...

“ Changes “...

“ Changes “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Changes
in and out
of season

running
walking
sneakers

foam memory
upscale
steep trails

kneeling
during
anthems

all
with
panache

for breast
cancer
awareness

donning pink
warm-up wear
brand-upon-brand

emblazoned
elastic
bands

on
men’s
underwear

acting as
cotton canvases
for redo classics

cameo
coach’s
jackets

taking stands
sprinting forward
falling back...

“ Casts of Facial Companions “...

” Casts of Facial Companions “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Casts of facial companions
monumental scales
seen second and third hand
via series of light and air

glancing traveling wandering backwards
bridging gaps overpowering impacts
on altar panels offering spacial clarity
and down-to-earth reality via teeming activity

brilliant as if by instinct
leaded puzzle pieces
S-curved stances
re-captured rationales...

" Bewildering "...

" Brwildering "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Bewildering
doubling
dominantly
virtual
currencies

digital money
reaching
34 billion
as of Monday

all in a matter of months
hackers demanding ransom
ending in stand-offs

decrypting forces
keeping tabs
racing past large scales

as the next logical
no-holds barred
conjured operas
within operas

on authority
of subatomic hearts
known as particles and protons

within seven quadrillion
collisions of constituents
searching for supersymmetry

halting the bleeding
skewing longevity
concluding smaller lives longer

while ballooning aortas
are still waiting for a wine order
as scrawled across pottery walls

black seas turning torquoise
satellite imagery milky
blue-green blooming algae...

" Familial Footage "...

" Familial Footage "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Familial footage
running backwards
passing disasters
panning over
stilted images

all but oblivious
to cheap thrills
grasping big ideas
as mesmerizing
teasers gone missing

jolted by shtick
and campy whisperings
savagely scrambled
without revealing
exactly what's happening

no matter attend master
classes held along rambling
paths endowed with distractions
and interactive gravity

overridden derisively
revealed as, "conceit"
via brooding chords
of form and technique

bereft--left in peril
tellingly sleeping
in self-defense
creating compelling
special effects

all going off in your heads
stressing, "Choose your weapons!"
ending in getting extended life sentences...

" One's "...

" One's "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

One's whole
life through
pivotting on keen
grand strategies

taken for granted
as mantles
of peculiarities

adding madcap
mashabilities
into masterfully
planned haphazard
practicalities

realized in actuality
by acting out
technocratically
manic backpedallings

veering into fringy
niches admittedly
tongue-in-cheek

published in zeens
spawning new breeds
being taken to the cleaners
via gerrymandering...

" Still Smelling of Incense "...

" Still Smelling of Incense "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Still smelling of incense
within ourselves
along with everybody else

as our first olfactory sense
offered unobjectively
by intersecting cold breaths

whistling through fetishy
spiders' webby realms
of rent conjecture

like collective consciousness
still at odds with itself
ostensibly prophetic cyclonic intent

monstrous eyewall phenomena
catastrophically dropping
paralytically hypnotic ominous millibars...

" Indistinct "...

" Indistinct "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Indistinct distractions
as overlapping
nocturnal actions

hung over clouds
countless
roundnesses

vaporous clarity
magnanimously detailed
unsurpassed masses

sailing lagoons canals
lingering thereafter
detached examples

scepters hats
worn in solidarity
heroic heirs

familial pastures
coming to pass
unanswered

complex matters
bone crackers
earliest crafts

images of animals
outlined in black
uncannily collapsed

in final agony
left intact
magical in fact

fertility practices
admirable
contours cracks

special status
taking chances
trappings masks

comparative
examples
fixed patterns...

" Critically Stretched "...

" Critically Stretched "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Critically stretched
existential threats
from primordial questions
declining to comment
due to operating
in obscure markets
involving stark volatility
left wanting
tabulating failed shares
having wagered on fear gauges
pre- &  post- major hurricanes
declared spare savings
after making casting changes
like sedated strangers
stamped, " Grade A aka AOK"...

" Quarrying "...

" Quarrying "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Quarrying antiquities
like late summertime trees
in paintings and drawings
bountiful resources

subsisting modestly
as busybodies
mimicking romance novels
universally acknowledged
published posthumously

like doldrums of domesticity
becoming comically sleek
via offhand techniques
deemed promising

harvesting conglomerates
experiencing cyclonic
storms pummeling water

shuffling staggering
wrapped in blankets
painstaking heartbreaking
reviving memories
of deadly hurricanes

upon losing neighbors
still more rain displacement
of coming days taking
cover bracing raging
waterways staid grave...

" What Remains "...

" What Remains "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

What remains
after deadly rays
of violence
and flames
while crash
investigations
go under-the-table?

like unfair labor
deemed, " NOT O.K."
by voice-activated-face-
saving procrastinators
"Will the equity be worth
the downpayment?"
"What have you done
for me lately?"

while manically making
rent-versus-buy calculations
during much-debated
clickings away on
"Don't cry baby!"

becoming unemotionally inhumane
in insinuated  hypnotic states
of cognitive manipulation
as crumbling detanglings
on predented break tables

all in the workplace
while containing
abrasive remakes
of stiff fundraising
all cut above the flank...

" A Pot-Luck Proxy"...

" A Pot-Luck Proxy "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

A pot-luck
proxy served up
anonymously
as a go-between

browsing surfing
at lightning-fast speed
like hidden identities
for secret deputies

while issuing
deciphering keys
during cries of:
"Hide me! Please!"

a la encrypted
attorneys' fees
content to be
"would-bes"

as unauthorized
third parties
running interference

via pseudo-random
algorithmic schemes
for strictly technical reasons...

" Feeling Squeezed "...

" Feeling Squeezed "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Feeling squeezed
over weeks and weeks
by dark secrets
living under conditions
of anonymity
while holding board seats
via committee
deemed wrongheaded culpability
mysterious armor beneath
felines' eyes housed in jackals' teeth
as ectoplasmic possibilities
for poems and dreams in dim museums...

"After a Ritualistic Familial Distillery"...

" After a Ritualistic Familial Distillery "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

After a ritualistic familial distillery
hard whiskey pouring shots
for farmer bots entering long-shot
exotic lotteries beneath giant lychee trees
high humidity mosquitoes circling
wading into waist-high taro leaves
insync with trusted instincts
for arguably enlarging guavas
grown in garden hollows
filled with tropical promises
setting yards of fruitful harvests
upon fabled far away tables...

" One Might Hope "...

" One Might Hope "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

One might hope for sweet and fatty species
while dispersing seeds for queens
not of our bodies via wild forests
toucans' emus' monkeys' stories
of many species nurturing tiny minorities
whether corn rice or wheat minus papaya trees

in early paintings dark art evolving
where no one farmed bones and fossils
broken apart leaves terminates beetles
year by year like finite immensities
for indigenous peoples unknown globally

but enough about biology
beneath deciduous canopies
babies emerging birthing collectively
gathering genes in scenarios
of vast possibilities as resources deplete
yet flourishing at the margins gone foraging
running out of options shooting stars...

" Shaggy Bragging Rights"...

" Shaggy Bragging Rights "

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

Shaggy bragging rights
of self-aggrandizing
long-haired firebrands

simultaneously uniting
and dividing fiery life cycles
almost overnight via divining
aiming to find clarifying water rites

while living under cantilevered
lifetime fantasies compromised
by deep-down-micro-psyches

lying beneath South Seas
polar region interstices
randomized and double blind...

" Packed Full "...

" Packed Full "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Packed full of warnings
fraught by evidence laws
needing strong overhauls

suffering scrums
as sidewalks crumble
by the dozens

outside of night clubs
never meant for the young
having thrown punches

once known as "discovery"
like "supposed-to-bes"
upon entering pleas of "not guilty"

crushes of people turning angry
losing patience releasing statements of rage
being denounced as "fake"

coming under investigation
stashed under the table
making unsubstantiated claims

blaming prior administrations
advocating long-awaited changes
copies obtained as legislated mandates

estranging states draining outrage
tightening sanctions at staccato paces
threatening retaliation sanctuary spaces
secured in vain...

" Still Rooting for Humans "...

" Still Rooting for Humans "

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

Still rooting for humans
cue the music
of forbidden differences

as mutual suspicions
viciously interdicted
via villainous sordidity

hash tagged: "down-and-dirty"
done "on-the-cheap"
in a data stream of unmet needs

where flooding is a possibility
breaking free and bobbing violently
calling in the Emergency Hazmat Team

navigating miles and miles of steam
sulphur scrubbers up-and-running
due to harmful byproducts

press, "RE-START"
in between you and what you want
getting "dirty looks" from MOM...

" Part of the Cure "...

" Part of the Cure "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Part of the cure fewer perks
coverages being curbed
less money for the poor

cuddling to help ease
the withdrawal for new borns
at a hefty cost vying for offerings

losing weight and length
without sacrificing space
nor naïveté in the work place

ambitious policy makers
being flooded by applications
from DJs as critical players

seasoned by changes
in such new relationships
teased and tweaked
by creative teams

showing intimacy on the big screen
taking the lead in battles for primacy
while treading lightly on birth rights
full time where suspicions lie
human and otherwise...

" Shaking Up "...

" Shaking Up "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Shaking up
like no other
it's in the blood
coursing true love
pulsing tantrums
practicing kissing
literally skeezy
experiencing thinking
of creating chemistry
asking to be seated
with chivalry
coming in handy
like lip-smacking
postcoital snacking
upon taking a stance
with emotionality kept intact
as openness and care
from a female mantis,
"What big eyes you have!"...

" Pure Slapstick "...

" Pure Slapstick "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Pure slapstick dexterity antics
frenzied dancing quivering lips
agitated histrionics cavorting and clowning
never letting the action lapse
developing rapidly no chance to relax

continuing hilarity spurred on by publicity
epitomizing wit in twisted positions
like newborn infants all pantomimists
in cotton tights on opening night
subtitled  "In the Limelight of a Meteric Rise"

drawling amusing lines suffering from laryngitis
with unerring timing in recent revivals
to no one's surprise from high society
all-too-wisely as a precocious child
via mobile show-stopping set designs
waiting to be dubbed "A Knight"
by a steadfast admirer befitting a wide-
eyed bride on her wedding night...