by Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
for Rebecca, Russ
Kenny, Jimmy
Mark, Danielle
& Eric...
Could be a landmark
applied to people
like ultraviolet rays
with diverse inclinations
in a prestigious chamber
with sounds of nature
nonplussed by tumult
in funereal black
difficult to capture
as a panoply
of slippery facets
like oil on canvas
partially dismantled
in exasperation
Partly financial
folded and printed
with polka dots
on gouache
while wresting
and boxing
on a table top
for art lovers
of found objects
As absurdist
monuments
like punchy murals
dwarfed by buildings
with infectious buoyancy
along a corse boardwalk
with passing throngs
in worldly phenomenons
on concrete blocks
Affirming and reassuring
while engaging with the world
like converging sightlines
for really bog ideas
In an unbroken wave of adoration
as uncontainable vibrato
in the long-awaited
paying attention
to a sprawling creation
behind a ground-breaking
purple curtain in a tender duet
with a sift melody
ranging easily between affection
and arabesque
in retrospect on a dialectical
contemporary set forever and ever...
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