"Reality Is Overrated"...

" Reality Is Overrated "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Reality is overrated
fired and replaced
by groovy oomphs
as signature apostrophes
in front of pierced ears

hardly above coming up
with puns with some gusto
while nimbly jumping
in precision cuts
super ceding judgment...

"Pungent Whiffs"...

" Pungent Whiffs "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Pungent whiffs
from letters you dig
etched lightly
as streetwise
fictional guises
blurred by chalk lines
stride for stride
with light sabers
viewed inside
out and sideways
newsreel-style sci-fi
in flickering light...

"Rethinking Hierarchies"...

" Rethinking Hierarchies "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Rethinking
hierarchies
segregated
by department
unlearning, "What?"

opening
on Sunday
with skinny
ties tossed aside
by intelligent design

newly less siloed
up one flight
ranging
greatly
in time

less organized
to be precise
being guided
by mood rings

under
revision
as foul-
mouthed
sincerity...

"Multi-Layered Celebrations"...

" Multi-Layered Celebrations "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Multi-layered
celebrations
like over-
reliance
on bowl-
scrapers
by bakers

sighing
no more
while
twisting
and
shouting
in coming
attractions
with
powerful
impacts

like culinary
practices
of frenzied
winking
sprinkles
whiffing
of vanilla
in lip-
smacking
rhythms...

"Exactly How"...

" Exactly How "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Exactly how
abruptly
shut down
cowering
in the back

you just
can't imagine
masses in
the middle
of a massacre

spreading
insidiously
on average
raising howls
of outrage

still fragile
mandated
tracking
running
the gambit

as veggie
patties
in battered
brown bags
carried
by activists...

"Gone Whimsical"...

" Gone Whimsical "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Gone whimsical
mainly vintage
like cocktail mixers

from first blush
fresh shrimp
still jumping

shellfish
cracker and bib
silver picks

customary
sustenance
for the hunt

hunks
of swordfish
on the griddle

rings of meringue
carrot purée
sweet cake...

"Mordantly Wacky"...

" Mordantly Wacky "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Mordantly wacky
show and tell

warp and weft
wax and wane
fore and aft

rigor and glamour
pieced and paired
sleight of hand

curvy shafts
chutes and ladders
salvaged cigar bands

graffiti tags
attention spans
swapped at random...

"Years Turned on End"...

" Years Turned on End "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Years turned on end
like nothing else
as storytellers'
frequently asked questions

like "What comes next?"
upon begging to yell
rather than paying attention

expressed as, " What the?!"
as perfunctory comeuppance
for avuncular grunting
and grumbling...

"On All Sides"...

" On All Sides "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

On all sides
of the very-much alike
both fun and kind

like the very-nice
restarting life
every sunrise

in the spotlight
emitting rays
streaming ricochetting...

"Back Stories"...

" Back Stories "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Back stories becoming lost
in maelstroms as ancillary
handfuls of willy-nilly

here's to their's
during vertiginous
leanings over railings
of "now what's"

bringing real
or imagined
castaway panic
like crinkly wrappers

stripped from the annals
of automats being bizarrely
inked as white-napkin graffiti...

"After the Swap"...

" After the Swap "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

After the swap
stunned to discover
higher and faster
pivotal moments
from plutonium

as maybe-allowed
pronouncements
like, "Gone Fishing
for All Kinds of Things"

upon release
called, "proximity"
for fairly significant
indirect hits

while on missions
for critical reconnaissance
having gone well beyond
both hard and soft targets...

"In and Around"...

" In and Around "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

In and around
shorn-up short cuts
to the downtown

while figuring out
the practicality
of online maps

opening apps on tap
switching back
matter-of-factly

as inadequate data
from down the alley
and up the street

needing
to disappear
soft crunches
of leaves...

"Perplexing Yet Alluring"...

" Perplexing Yet Alluring "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Perplexing
yet alluring
grounded earthily

standing out blending in
behind wafer-thin
glass skin

as stately rhythms
of inanimate objects
becoming severely arty

constantly under siege
all but disappearing
stealthily as identity

blurred by ambiguity
repeatedly reported
as "missing"...

"An Extended Hand"...

" An Extended Hand "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

An extended hand
steadfastly glad
as time-lapsed

essentially intact
taking command
with the casually
declarative ecstatic
and saccharine
messages shared

in contrast
to a scrappy
"WAH-WAH"
band being
taken to task
for gloomily
looming
over the past

while skipping
fluttering
and demanding
as low
oscillating
growls
in surround
sound...

"Sure Enough"...

" Sure Enough "

by Suzán. Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Sure enough
somewhat
irksome
making
matters
worse

indeterminately
hurting in other
words in a big hurry

upon being
overworked
by the hunkily
impersonal
after coming
to terms
with invulnerability

like moody
gumshoes
mutantly
impromptu
and
presumably
delusional

indiscriminately
binge watching
dark comedies
with mobs
of despondent
optimists...

"Eye-Catching Stashes"...

" Eye-Catching Stashes "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Eye-catching stashes
after the scaffolding
came down
in arresting pairs

akin to flashing
in steel-and-glass
architectural matters
of the densely packed
melodramatic

exceptionally fast
with high-contrast
bravery in action
upon merely dancing
as both halves
only second to jazz

simultaneously
happening
like slapstick
in the stratosphere
fighting back
deliciously acted

completely fair
retroactively
held in the balance
by the flashbacks
of has-beens...

"Places to Pin Squirting Flowers"...

"Places to Pin
Squirting Flowers"

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Places to pin
squirting flowers
sent packing
post haberdashery
meeting demands
for intense fandom

well in advance
of immediate challenges
for freelancing panhandlers
as a part of pageantry

re-released in circus rings
with signs reading,
"Freakin' bleepity-bleep!"
while simultaneously
spraying daisies...

"Playful Yet Wary"...

" Playful Yet Wary "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Playful yet wary
slowly sailing
down runways

growing fainter
post exaggeration
encouragingly escaping

outwardly facing
amplified by staging
stunningly and bravely

raising the stakes
with great anticipation:
" Day-O Day-A-A-O"...

"Trying Not to Look"...

" Trying Not to Look "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Trying not to look
just kidding
unofficially opting in
to the strangely fitting
billed as nonfiction
within a mix told simply
yet serially really tricky

mind and body
senses of being
elements cohering
inside soaring
drill halls
coaxed to applaud
like never before...

"Going Back"...

" Going Back "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Going back
as far as
my memory
will take me

simply sautéed
fingerling potatoes
as a grand showcase
on the blue plates
of previous generations

packing more
into less space
for easy tastings
of big flavors

ubiquitous
at holiday tables
like brandy-
soaked raisins
in fruitcake...

"Not Exactly"...

" Not Exactly "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Not exactly first rate
having been swayed
to outstay eras of rage

aptly named,
" taken over "
by give-and-take

paying little heed
to the age of reason
for reserved
movie theater seating

punching down
its later years
in meta-laments
for the politically incorrect

with grossly over
stereotyped accents
for long-planned
crash landings
for the ill-prepared

"dashing through the snow
in a one-horse open sleigh--
jingle bells jingle bells
jingle all the way"...

"And So On"...

" And So On "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

And so on
like not quite
falling behind
while changing lighting
above and inside

heavily stylized
cast to type
like reference guides
bearing wry titles

more than benign
as silken lines
spontaneously
improvised
as a spritely
by and by...

"Beyond Extinction"...

" Beyond Extinction "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Beyond extinction
having scammed
dancing carnival bears

succumbing
to the numb nuts
of oopah oompahs

accrued in funeral tutus
yet palpably marching through
as ruminatively mournful blues

while moving deeply and loosely
in steel-tipped boots:
"here we go loop-de-loop
here we go loop-de-la
here we go loop-de-lu
all on a Saturday night"...

"An Interesting Wrinkle"...

" An Interesting Wrinkle "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

An interesting
wrinkle
in revisionist
history
taken from
where we live
in principle

summoned up
during moments
of bluntness
gone undiscussed
being perfectly made up

like filling
in the blanks
of a hangman
guessing game
conveyed in stick-
figure frames

poker faces
defiant of age
post erasure...

"Matching Fingerprints"...

" Matching Fingerprints "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Matching fingerprints
on doorknobs
and laptops

grabbing every chance
for familial scales
from collaborative jazz

folding and wrapping
jiggling like Santa
in library stacks

becoming trapped in amber
resin and plaster
of hunter-gatherers

selected naturally
over tens of thousands
of anti-gravities
all independent of matter...

"Like Changing Planets"...

" Like Changing Planets "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Like changing planets
bringing new clarity
just short of the garish

as spray-painted clouds
floating droplets
of allegorical abstraction

portrayed in aging
plaster and lathe
muraled mansions

lighted by romanticized
oil lamps mimicking
skewered olives
in martini glasses

like cocktail gags
of whiskey and ginger ale
lovingly prepared
with practiced hands

after pole dancing
during perverse classics
tossing shakers in the air
displayed under glass
preserved with detail...

"Spilling Over"...

" Spilling Over "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Spilling over
globalized
and flattened

like "Silly Putty"
pressed by hand
across ad transfers

as a high-low graphic
of glowing diaphanous
tonalities swabbed
in burlap and packed earth

intended as personal
solidarity outlined in black
savvily pouring down...

"Attendance Was Sparse"...

" Attendance Was Sparse "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Attendance was sparse
as laptops
on mahogany tabletops
glowing
with intoxicating nuance

like butterfly
watching
while sipping
mixed cocktails
on the rocks

memoirs jotted
aplenty
next to soaking wet
long necks
of form and content

appearing barely
as if per chance
with cocktail shakers
all a chatter...

"Hosting a Handful"...

" Hosting a Handful "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Hosting a handful
of careening brass
previously longstanding
amid the maddening crowd
having been all about
and gone well beyond
the imponderable
" wild-blue yonder "

minus the props
and prongs
of monotony at odds
with the ardency
of sagging stockings
while on holiday
turned bobby soccer
upon getting hopped
at the hop...

"Could Not Have Known"...

" Could Not Have Known "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Could not have known
after going un-noticed
moment-to-moment
like close-ups
viewed by mesmerizing
rhinestone eyes
of spies like diamond
shysters as highly
specialized sleights
of hand in no-man's
land gone bad...

"Now You See Them"...

" Now You See Them "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Now you see them
now you don't
battle-scarred
back-woods
scrappers
in beaver
and mink

as foreseen
in seedy super-hero
newsreels in repeat
from previous eras
of the lunatically satirical

overreaching into surreally
vivid stigmas caught up
in tragedy as antagonist
and protagonists
way up in the rafters...

"For Groan-Ups"...

" For Groan-Ups "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

For groan-ups
of many happy returns
growing into roles

like giant big easies
as promised
by the resized
clumsily under one

in the person
of beyond
a reasonable doubt

fraught by magnetism
unbecomingly overwrought
by forethoughts
from lovers to the beloved
post seduction

still riotously noisy
with disturbing ease
maladapted
into pseudonym-
alistical series...

"Coffee Table Tomes"...

" Coffee Table Tomes "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Coffee table tomes
atop fossilized stone
where mannequins
fear to roam

from "over"
to "comeback"
without hassle
minus slag

after hugs and thanks
finger snaps and hand claps
as romantic pairings
and reshares

of "ring around the rosy
pockets full of posies
we all fall DOWN!" ...

"Once Known as Unmentionables"...

" Once Known as Unmentionables "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Once known
as unmentionables
in reminiscence of intimates

being briefed
in skivvies
aka tidy whities

not thinking twice
about baring
branded waistbands
because it's nasty

half clad in high-
end undies
having gone ga ga
over boxers

na na na na na
you can't catch me-e
olly olly oxen free...

"Moving On"...

" Moving On "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Moving on
like bundles
of consonants
within the arm's
reach of a scholar

particularly harsh
intended targeting
fittingly starting
as "Just the kiss
of the hops"
on a narrow margin...

"Appraising Glances"...

" Appraising Glances "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Appraising glances
in the phantom damp air
of the wary as simply not there

being fully grasped
with abandon
rooted in acute
vulnerabilities
during high-pitched
prologues to victory
post apocalypse

once committed
to non-violence
coming in to re-visit...

"Raising Red Flags"...

" Raising Red Flags "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Raising red flags
with two-finger claps
and the inevitable
red-carpet question

while wafting
into restaurants
right out of no-
nonsense
crime novels

with little
regard
for bombshell
bravos
post pizzicato
versus arco

seated
in skinny jeans
well
before hiring
like the awfully
pretty

replete
with unwitting
personalities
immediately
prior to being
stealthily
released...

"Lead-In to "doom-de-ay'"...

" Lead-In to 'boom-de-ay'"...

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Lead-in to "boom-de-ay"
like booms and busts
when setting pen
to paper in a way


run amuck old buddy
as a rainy month
"Odyssey" for one
in all flavors of sugar plums

'Orpheus'
descended;
Now What?
not to mention
a plethora
of Aunts and Uncles
gone public
seated toward
the front curtain up...

"Running the Gamut"...

" Running the Gamut "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Running the gamut
from practice to panic
no crinkly wrappers
and little chatter
up to the telling climax

ignited by real-life
rites of passage
as no simple tasks
chanted out and harried
like sonic barriers

outlined with swagger
and the rhythmic flair
of a pummeling hammer
against a 9-inch nail
as transfiguring
as a blaring
farewell rant...

"Amid the Revelry"...

" Amid the Revelry "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Amid the revelry
of Who's Who
homegrown
mellow-yellow
venues
of both new
and newly
borderless groups
in review
of, "What would you do
if I sang out of tune?"
having been misconstrued
like faintly chewed
plastic tubes via obtuse institutions
along with a lengthy hypotenuse...

"Nurturing the Old"...

" Nurturing the Old "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Nurturing the old
as if they were new
minus aversion
heavily reworked
barely phased
by creative aging
with gentle grace
safely flown
somewhere
over the rainbow
casually clothed
hands folded
eyes closed...

"Nowhere Near"...

" Nowhere Near "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán


Nowhere near
a passing fancy
for the floppy-haired
" I do declare! " mad
dasher nostalgic fan

scantily clad
in pairings
of the scandalous
with the classy

unforgettably shared
as fashionably
varied trappings of frugality
royally poised
to leap into the air...

"Setting the Tone"...

" Setting the Tone "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Setting a tone
ending a skid
in the final minutes
of a convincing victory
after a losing streak

tied to rookies
with nagging injuries
committing penalties
proving to be costly

burned by the trickery
of a balky hamstring
falling just short of reason
feeding off uncanny energy
realizing zealous schemes
well into the post season...

"Without Fail"...

" Without Fail "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Without fail
one long pass
flashing back

athletically
enhanced
head down

better than average
draft classes
of eventual champions

business travelers
as quarterbacks
having jumped back
into the sack
unhappily ever after...

"Outweighed by Intangibilities"...

"Outweighed by Intangibilities"

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Outweighed by intangibilities
re-appearing with retoned teams
of trail-blazing Ponzi Schemes

albeit dear-life linkages
but not really believed
like a headlamped deer
typifying grownup Bambis

torch lit
figuratively
speaking
all depending
on likabilities
just kidding...

"Every Dose of Gadgetry"...

" Every Dose of Gadgetry "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Every dose
of gadgetry
reeling upon
rejoining the team
sitting empty
as lessons
learned from early
takeaways
of mangled
nicknames
in error-plagued
critical situations

mind-bogglingly
nodding along
stating the obvious
setting records
for blocks
engendering
a whole lot
of mediocrity
missing fowl shots
from the very top
of the key...

"An Intolerance of the Inexplicable"...

" An Intolerance
of the Inexplicable "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

An intolerance
of the inexplicable
overshadowed
by absurdism
where identities blur
as one's word
during lessons learned
like lexicons
of the scorched earth
cursorily held firm...

"Turning Elsewhere"...

" Turning Elsewhere "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Turning elsewhere
for boldfaced
major works

savvily arranged
in time-lapsed
narration

never belabored
thickly layered
without exaggeration

coming in
from varying angles
of rich fascination

juxtaposed soprano to bass notedly veering away
from the blasé...

"Tapping Roots"...

" Tapping Roots "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Tapping roots
while swinging
hula hoops
on the move
sporting plumage
of out-of-date usage
with little likelihood
of impromptu unity
from unproven
gumshoes

posting tributes
at ground zero
for moody
superheroes
having been
binge watched
weekly
as homages
to mysteries...

"None of Which"...

" None of Which "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

None of which
unseemingly dissimilar
brilliantly skilled
merrily slick shenanigans

strongly recalled
costume and décor
precludingly adored

like innocent objectivity
by tinselled tricksters
dancing in heels
with wriggly flourishes...