" Swinging Batons--No Matter What "
by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
No matter what
periods of mugginess
in recent
hard-luck countries
drawn as plump
replenishments
of force-fed innocence
transfixed by months
in sun-drenched summers
to come requiring little study
grabbed suddenly
star-struck, mouth shut
emulating wayward
ne're-do-well
carnivore concepts
swinging batons
in ensembles
of misconduct
in moves toward pop
as well-fed followers
chowing down
with jazz-school chops
while harboring prominent
pleasure spots
raised pre-emptively
to four hearts as headily
psychedelic resigned selves
minus expletives, clumsily dreadful
ignoring general unquestionably
fine senses of uppity supremacy
faintly snappy
Ouija boards
to contact
famous actresses
with drawbacks
courted in dapper
slaughter houses
toe-tapping
in lace and satin
with the Southern
sass of crack bands
arrestingly dancing
with major fans
of gorily choreographed
beefed-up demand...
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