“ Partly to Mostly “ ...

” Partly to Mostly “

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

Partly to mostly cloudy thunder
north and west tomorrow
in right-leaning regions
while avoiding the jacket-and-tie look
now in polo shirts taking psychic tolls
via lightning bolts and loop holes
coast to coast turning to sports radio
debates unfolding on airways mostly
geared for males firsthand hardcourt
rallying hard up for childcare
anxiety exhaling predicting the demise
of more strike outs than hits
while winning titles for fly casting
honed by tree climbing
in dappled light focused and quiet
narrowing female eyes
lines slicing into bright rings...

“ The Days Before “ ...

” The Days Before “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

The days
before
demanding
generational
change
while snacking
on life savers

having suffered shoulder strains
and struggled with tie holds
as manipulated voters

glimpsing investigators
via takeout valets
as revealed in court papers
with contested delays

like out-of-control
skateboarders reeling
with eyes closed

hearing unrealized
emotionally
grotesque groans

throughout
the uncondoned
lives of our own

portioned out
as obligatory
old jokes

being foretold
over and over
and over again...

“ More Than Just a Little Bit “ ...

“ More Than Just a Little Bit “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

More than just a little bit
protesting secrecy denying stymying lyrics
like, “What’s love got to do with it?”

even on the streets
during enfeebled eras
born beneath fisted fingers
telegraphing incapacity

along with grave doubts
while attempting
to sing without sounds
thereby enabling
dark biological powers

hailed in triumphal accounts
having moved from the outer
corners of pursed mouths
likened to heavy vowels
and vocal collapse

virulently under attack
by cataclysmic blasts of toxic air
unable to cling to clarity
admitted only in passing...

“ Left to Bury Our Relatives “ ...

“ Left to Bury Our Relatives “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Left to bury our relatives reaching near records
of “Do-It-Yourselfers” according to professors
of community medicine unexpectedly
consumed by “the web of counterintelligence”
while reversing suspected carcinogens
and unrelenting stress as turmoil spreads
for visionaries with fists clenched
offering longevity plus accessories aplenty
and clamoring for attention as matters of self-
expression like returning from the dead
from inside a reservation ledger
feeling existential via tenured human attention
with little left to tie us together
having misconstrued past lessons
of consumer-based sectors
to greater and lessor extents
as essences become essential
taking compelling extra steps
while recommending
taking palmfuls and gently pressing
making reference to beauty regimes
invented to be felt as an “ever-
beneficial cooling and tightening effect” ...

“ Dreaming On “ ...

” Dreaming On “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Dreaming on
supercharged
with novelty
like “ The
Most Wanted
As Much As
Possible “
having avoided
“The ‘Un-Fun’
and The Yucky!”

while donning
V-shaped cuts
and avidly
singing:
“We all
live in
a Yellow
Submarine
Yellow
Submarine
Yellow
Submarine”

relying
completely
on partial
memories
remembered
slowly
and unsteadily

yet felt
as inevitable
intricacies
of red-garnet
precious gems
tunnels
being dug
within
in order
to reduce
stress ...

“ Going Private “ ...

” Going Private “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Going private
dashed off
with little
forethought

completely
surprising
upon being
secretly briefed
and eager
to proceed

yet simultaneously
laughing off ideas
deemed, “Well
beyond reach”

long made clear
by fanning fears
feeling, “Lost
in the weeds”

disengaging
from natural unities
as nascent ideologies
“Gone missing” ...

“ Taking Off “ ...

“
Taking
Off
“

by

Suzán
Jiván
Mom
&
Mom-
Mom
Suzán

Taking
off
abroad
uniquely
corporeal
hardly
exotic
as a non-
linear
memoir
partly
“me”
partly
“we”
via wax
museums
of fragility
“Well,
looky here!”
at the least-
believable-
really-rocky
problematic
homology...

“As Harvested Wheat & Barley” ...

” As Harvested Wheat and Barley “

for Florence Marie Graff

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

As harvested wheat and barley
marked-off properties from farm to farm
being carted off to granaries
eons notwithstanding
like pity as an inkling
of hyancinthine hammerings
in gold leaf during the gilding of lilies...

“ Consoling a Grieving Nation “ ...

“ Consoling a Grieving Nation “

in loving memory
of Florence Marie Graff:
Rest in Peace

by Suzán Jiván Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

Consoling a grieving nation
finding shade on its last legs
mostly about quiet places
and open spaces scraping
ripping staining cleverly framed
world populations unfiltered strange
scattered papers digital animations
sculptural installations stressing recreation
passing sunbathers stargazing
along rippling river ways’ wakes...

“ Cooking Up Stories “ ...

” Cooking Up Stories “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Cooking up
stories
in the company
of adults

no one knows
the “Who? What?
When? Where?
and rarely, the Why?”

as pretty-much
concocted
heralded swans
that merely watch
the scary tales
of climate monsters
with perfunctory horrors

discomfortingly stark
upheaval
nonstop drama
becoming increasingly
solitary
within brainless plots

disarmingly imparting
“other shoes dropping”
raucously responding
with har-de-har-harring
cacophonies of,
“HOT! HOT!! HOT!!!”...

“ Furious Funny ‘n’ Blunt “ ...

” Furious Funny ‘n’ Blunt “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Furious funny ‘n’ blunt sly and stunning
crosscutting asymmetry from humorous
to horrific genre skills amid posturing
and slur-slinging falling just short
of sympathy via volatile mixes
of  “Can’t Trust This” ironic twists
otherworldly myths left alone whispering
monotonously scribbling upon first glimpse...

“ We’re Not Ready “ ...

“ We’re Not Ready “

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

We’re not ready
being kept
from unending
un-elections
for the less
wealthy
all in self
defense
while turning
model into menace
via search engines
having lost
tariff exemptions
“Stop
the presses -
No
comment!”
code for
“hellish
far fetched
spittle flecked
decibel levels”
becoming distant
and unpleasant
as a consequence
left unembellished
hence
subjectively reckless
deeply embedded
and decentered
unstable perspectives
like sluggish fuzziness
ascending into the heady
sinewy and sweaty
getting entrenched
behind cyclone fencing
brutish beauty and innocence
in the raw present tense
using geeky dialects...

“ Periodic Clouds “ ...

“ Periodic Clouds “

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Periodic clouds staggering nudged back
tit-for-tat pieces of action
paying new attention to the issue of fashion
not just rough fabric and prickly cactus plants
blazing trails diverging from standards
larger more lavish as no accident
modeling to rehab the past recapping a good tan
coasters cut from solid brass
for cocktail fanatics toting versatile three-packs
of tea towels stamped with lifted details
of numerical scales while chanting,
“ Down with thin privelege “
pitching and punting, “droptheplus” ...