" Devoid of Death Rays "
by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Devoid of death rays
on secret banks
with roiling accusations
of deft speculation
scrutinized like recalibrations
of race relations for future cases
like dramatic escapes
after being made midday
by a host-facilitating nation
of self-effacing enablers
switching places with maids
forging relationships
unconvincingly piddly
like precise pitch
blanched of harmony
repatriated
to the United States
in the wake
of a hurricane
strafing
dire financial straits
wiping out
award-winning buildings
unbeholden to worries
while holding steadily
to ominous imagery
slapping stroking
sighing kneeling
stretching in series
of staccati
spread eagling
knowingly striking
unnervingly silent
in real time
gone awry
lock step in decline
pushed over the side
by online creep
of piece-mealed
peacekeepers
getting more and better sleep
under darkening skies
beneath deepening seas
being harnessed for research
fully gleaned of zzz's
more bureaucratically
entrenched
deadpan renderings
signaling suspension
of eco-friendly
room vents
ravenous for meat and sweets
life on the streets everything cheap
made with a brief lucidity
for stringed trios in G
still-shocking pieces
between the seeing
and feeling of tired feet
of disequilibrium
marketing gimmicks on a whim
for four inhabitants
with inaccurate inactions
roughly sketched
meant to blend indelibly
with overwhelmingly
entrenched farewells
ambiguous tensions
ubiquitously and obviously
stained rather than painted
elsewhere created
in wildly innovative
immersive installations
latticed and expanded
preoccupied chairs
on topographical maps
of stone and glass
like glaring housewares
reaching for apogees
metaphorical antiquities
quill pens in ink
as that of a priestess
in domestic spheres
within divisive interiors
stepping into the halogen glare
of the first draft of a frayed vapor trail
sweeping away no chance
of gerrymandering after the fact
no chance along the path
of suicide attacks maximizing
lasting damages of insurmountable
higher grounds of meaty and mighty
whiskeys turning sweet...
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