by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Coming tumbling out
likened to hidden slivers
alternating between solids
and watery voids
being offered at auction
keyed up caustically sworn in
coldly cynical roughly intermixed
with commonalities of limited vision
as disjunctive consciousness
when only snippets are visible
still sputtering under hedge funds
struggling to keep up
unbecomingly befuddled
by the curmudgeonly undercurrents
of monied muckety mucks
spawning hybridized prized
winningly vibrant carp
by peering beneath muddied ponds
far above quizzical finial pinnacles...
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