Bursting at the Seams

" Bursting at the Seams "

by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán

Bursting at the seams
as roots and ideas
pristinely sweet
touchingly folksy
in a crescendo of funk
while welcoming the younger
propulsively kinky
spitfire vitality

opposed to wishy-washy monotony
worlds apart after sopping
up a foul-mouth with the fallout
of a kapow in the final hour
of a workout after cooling down
below a soprano at sundown

convincingly soliciting gibberish
as something sinister unlike inanities
merely smelling like pre-teens
with high anxieties
for the hard-to-please
in weepy mini-series

sliced up by lacquered
chicken wings
and quick winter pickles
within shouting distance
of a fired-up pigskin
based every ten minutes

as slivered scallions
lightly scattered
on a warm platter
of star anise
turning as dark
and sodden
as light-starved
film noir

wonderfully unblinking
by mimicking a diva technique
with the imaginative means
of coach appeal
tall and gangly
briefly rowdy
and being catchy
while playing
second banana
to a bleeding heart
having to cancel
without fanfare

when given the mantle
while awaiting to bask
in a collection of bags
as rumor has it
in an uptown branch
of wedding bands

just fir fun is the gist
dusted with pink pigment
all over the lids
with a void in Twitter
shoplifted in thrift
by a publicist
over corporate friction
that's hard to kick

like a surprise appearance
across the river in a spiffed
up factory building
while drinking Blue Ribbon
as a capacity issue

for poached eggs
at communal tables
of rebranded cachet
for scraggly-haired pairs
minus tabs and abs
running up tabs
by taking a cab
and nibbling
raw crab...