by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Hacked reality
with the naïve security
of a highfalutin not exactly
as spooky synchronicity
like leaked top secrets
under the guise
of keeping the peace
radiating sweetness posthumously
with bitterness
seeping past
sodden trappings
imparting blunt drum beats
like arythmic full-tilt
cardiac manic tickings
gone unmonitored
over the top
becoming stuffily opulent
steering clear
of sentimentality
and unbearable whimsy
under condition of anonymity
and confidentiality strictures
mercurially tedious
political posturings
deemed victim free
after abandoning
magical thinking
fleeing fearsomely
while pulling the strings
with no hint of ecstasy
as audiences
standing in masse
warmly smooth sounding
along fanciful spans
of swapped fairy tales..
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