" Current Interests "...

" Current Interests "

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán:
for the bride-and-groom to be...

Current interests actual playscripts
that must have differed via interpolated conflicts
with songs as hits to divert suspicion
mind and will permitting in triple billings
for long-running heroines

while delighting in crises
within frameworks for existence
favorites still as purely fictional
characters like silent motion pictures
becoming "talkies" as scored lyrics
shifted from innocence to setting precedences

yet nothing definite signing on to do the sets
with reluctancies to invest not likely to impress
like clever earthiness: "Do tell!"
including doubly effective burlesque
menacing gestures out carousing
top-selling albums playing to capacity
in Tuesday matinees at military bases

virile cow men singing and dancing
months after but failing to capture
an excellent cast not wildly enthusiastic
either like public reactions being surpassed
by fears of comparison in advance of ticket sales

unhackneyed and scandalous melodramatic romances
of pure fantasy goddess's enhancements exciting fashions
becoming a statue as something of a classic
at a fast pitter-patter by comparison outrunning the latter

hopes for the theatrical going under contract
with differing branches shortly thereafter
sold years in advance for first-act finales
stepping out in billowy gowns...

" Timely "...

" Timely "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Timely reminders offering birds'-eyes
as insights into grand-sounding titles
along the front lines of factional fighting
sketched in only lightly as sensational storylines
with flattery and foresight for lukewarm allies

extracting scraps from the broken lances
of our blanched forebears in power vacuums of fragility
as redoubtable jousters balancing out at castles
during de-tanglings of matters with liabilities cancelled
by silky-men managers stressing happiness but only in passing
via unrecoverable facts from the toweringly handsome

no need to panic due to disparities
ostensibly decked out after going south
then shaking hands within the capitals
of unfolding disasters nothing short of full-scale
long-standing impasses en masses

still wanting their fare share it just so happens
like adversarial shark tanks of recriminations
all at the planning stages shooting off cables
into weapons' cachés showing growing strains

during estranged pre-invasion
due to stronger accusations
at official exchange rates
while armies parade in tanks
of imposing sanctions
in disarray lacking explanations
for long-range stalemates...

" Young and Smooth "...

" Young and Smooth "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Young and smooth
early schooled
subtly fused
curiously unusual
originally blue
elaborate costumes
most probably
golden at the top
infinity beyond
rounded intricacies
achieving unity
rippling looping
foils to simplicity
emotive qualities
mild eyes delicacy
soft and pretty
tender reminiscences
continuities of rhythm
satiny cushiony
seated in tranquility
full blazes of evening
Naïve Poetry
imposing repose
innumerable flowers
veiled in clouds
hallowed lidded chalices
firm ground
passing shadows
inevitability perhaps
Here I Am...

" Bewitched "...

" Bewitched "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Bewitched by charismatic figures
acquired from the physics of ordinary living
likened to bandaid deals beginning without a hyphen
as the very idea of, "No such thing"
becoming "hard-to-handle" indeed left wondering
about the "unmentionable-plus-one-way-or-anothers'"
from High Cultures as comedic as they are tragic

no longer feeling via vexing questions minus tendernesses
unable to apply ourselves feeling "hard-pressed" and "out-of-step"
therefore irrelevant and untenable yet crucially central to "not-even-
bothering-with-idolatry" being bedeviled by what is meant by "finesse"
while under the influence of "wanting-to-assemble-our-myths-and-legends"

all embedded with imperfections further marred by "Scarlet Letters"
nothing is more direct as an acuteness of obsession by artisans from the steppes
like Paleolithic men being cast from a memory minus dissection from "mystical oneness"
dimly remembered extracted sustenance boundaries between life and death

painting a mare pregnant reproducing nature supernatural creators in caves of germination
via rock engravings going to great lengths attempting to get an artist's aims
modeled from clay pleasingly everyday with very little change cities excavated
stores of grain impoverished imagination attempting to tame nature emanating
from "beyond" and "above" unearthed by the hundreds sitting or recumbently rough cut...

" No One"...

" No One "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

No one else
only the hand-selected-
most-dangerous objects
of cloud architects
within data centers
filled with forgetfulnesses

being unleashed by craftsmen
that zap frown lines
with traditional cyan magenta
yellow and black cynically asking,
" Is it just me feeling
overrun by the large and the scary?"

as travel tips crumble
with more suction
than any other
good for recovery
in the short run
no worries
from inside of your gut--
arsenic anyone?

still under study
pressing the send button
machine gunning
resulting substances
being pumped up
by "dub" machines

getting results that lack tenacity
like tracking greenhouse gases
while talking really really fast
at defunct newsstands

with sweeping second hands
stopping baddies
in surprisingly circular patterns
spreading like chemical reactions
from hacked and leaky data
now lacking in analyses
as airkissing doppelgängers pass...

"The Worlds of Were"...

" The Worlds of Were "

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

"The Worlds of Were"
staked to the ground
then hung from a branch
via surface-to-weight ratios
no legs left for angling

feeling stripped down
upon entering into the Cloud
"Don't look back!" while baring
"the facts, ma'am, just the facts"

in apps of data like tiny arrows in metal chassis
as sole shenanigans for composite bats
and racket dampeners after feeling the magic
in a mouse click with secret powers

additive free and naturally wreaking  havoc
like the high balls 'n' skinny ties
of scanned radar sciences
all on the side of a love child
like inexplicable desires
of highfalutin ultra-viruses

"Phew! Phew!" straight shooters
booze and boots being bamboozled
when only a scoundrel will do
"I'm ready! Are you?"

"Wink-winking" on Wall Street
curbing steel wounding police
yet not claiming responsibility
for the reversings of foreign policies

while opening probes
due to vote vote
voting and voting again
boosting secretaries
of "somethingisstillamiss"

as citizen applicants
and oversight panels
are all in a "snit"
"I can't stand this!"

"Need a lift?" into lavish walk-in closets
being fast tracked into the backyards
of rather-shockingly-hot real estate markets
headed well into lucrative futures
two lips tightly sutured...