by Suzán Jiván, Mom
& Mom-Mom Suzán
The months-long run-up
to a front-runner
not counting for much
in immortal matters
of head-conking apples
filling out secret ballots
with thumbnail ads
as sluggish ticket sales
of per chance in lots of areas
up for grabs like a latter-day flapper
misty and romantic
wallowing in sadness
with the ambushed
passion of the academy
covered in rags
of inexactness
like cultural patterns
of anachronistic panels
filled with troubled aspects
of gold statuettes
with detractors as subject matter
for adaptive razzle-dazzlers
judged as heavy-handed
during an annual telecast
outside the frighteningly nightmarish
heartland of a right-hand man
like a failed romance with red flags
in live action facing facts as backlash
in linchpin locales back in the saddle...
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