by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
A withering dissent
among the many
short-term memories
in nightly segments
leaving questions
of comprehension
on the concrete levels
of abandoned doorsteps
as celebratory gestures
of passive aggressive
contents of sentimental
heart-wrenching comments
pre-empted by unrelenting
expletives of rebels expressed
in bellicose manifestos
unsympathetic to unhappy endings
like comic effects
bringing glimmers
of questionable intent
drawing heavily
down the stretch on stealth
in seedy motels
with the highest percent
of tough questions
loosely connected
by sustained momentum
for rabid revenge
in actions alternating
between scoured and crackly
stalking and kidnapping
reduced to freelancing in mid air
as the rockets' red glare
rising then crashing
like uncoiled contraptions
for eight tracks in grab bags
of half-full glasses that gush then sag
unsparingly raspy
clamorous classes
of punchy chapters
like ferocious finales
of overblown brass
in mass circulation...
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