by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Something of an anomaly
not always comfortably sloppy
as promised while provoking shock
behind bars of consolation
knees knocking
prisoners of good
looks and vanity
with glorified status
hopping into squats
of caterpillar dark
perching patrolling
on crowberry and roses
with the post-basal blotches
of vagrant colonists
foregone checkerspot
on crosswort composites
of women artists
in striped socks
hands on knobs
numerous clues
of erotic humor
in ludely alluring
studio solitude
tanning continues
unsuitably in the nude
through the window
with underpinnings
turned into hits
pop prettiness
like mafia myths
of clannishness
in LaLa Land
impassively babbly
ever so slightly wiggly
while flailing
with the seed
of a dance
as tough as nails
tricked up a bit
by a ridiculously
grumbly didgeridoo
captivatingly denatured
and over arranged
to one side of the face
by looking the other way
licking themselves
with written messages
in the guise of experiments
pulling eerily lovely hairs
from floppy locks
of upward mobility
turned upside down
by whereabouts
on feverishly
teetering heels
while slinking
with unctuous
punctures and blood
never deviant enough...
