“ 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...