by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
From digital thinker
to flexing the intensely fleshy
by tensing up--then melting
more retro
than avant
but less
savvy than
doling out
the washed out
in a slim red blazer
with subdued
heavy breathing
originally released
like a plea
while boasting as usual
on a collision course with Google appealingly human
rescued and subdued
by having more to do
moving upwardly
into the cool
without exclusion
vulgar and wounded
in slurry grooves
of luminaries
while in previews
looking into the future
as brand-new
methods for choosing
grabbing the huge
door jams of vamps collapsing
into madness and frailty
harkening back
to textural depravities
as nips and tucks
in dizzying clips of soliloquies
replete with inconsistencies
brimming with tortured inabilities
occasionally wincing
with irreverencies
for the immemorially confessional
garbling names while scampering
around the stage as if playing
a game of tag with the physicality
and panging of a lost lad
in an eyeball rant
as fingers wag frantically
pulled from beneath a hat
screaming sparingly...
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