by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
Its signature number
a chamber production
in buildings crumpling
under punk without a drummer
in live setups note-to-note
with the heavy overtones
of clomping meat and potatoes
exposing grisly layers of anger
while scratching their way
over-rated and out-flanked
by the vagaries of language
and poor reputations
in round-robin exchanges
hankering to take us
to undomesticated
helmed locations
in five basic templates
of unreadable faces
within echo chambers
for ungainly parroted names...
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