by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Pulling numbers
out of hats
assigned to bands
singing and rapping
while screaming sparingly
in self-effacing zingers
having to mingle
in hilarious comedies
based on searing hymnodies
of familial catastrophes
in long-necked flasks of fiascoes
turned upside down
as seen by the naked eye
in a mortar strike of body and mind
being scared by synoptic topples
over anarchical whoppers
in monologues
with tight-fitted
muscled postures
apart from a partner
with peaceful plasticity
and killer instincts
in a whodunit
laid out tidily
as sitcom pilots
with obvious titles
otherwise like initiation rites
coiling and waiting to strike
at the undersides
of gruesome violence
harshly lighted in pantomime
whilst thinking twice...
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