" Flowers Were Left "...

" Flowers Were Left "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Flowers were left
bracing for protests
assessing threats

tracing ancestries
sequencing
genome teams
of indigenous peoples

unlocking secrets
to our species
passing scrutiny
as pre-history

emerging
like multiple
hypotheses
of supportive ideas
for our vast majorities

unfolded in 3-D
by reconstructed
digitized hints
from unfurled images
of single origins
jointly scripted
since antiquity...

" Back-to-Front "...

" Back-to-Front "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Back-to-front
largely
rapturous

highly adaptive
like rough magic
taken for granted

as spectacular
sleights-of-hand
"No way man!"

feeling rattled
while beating
the band with flare

way up to the rafters
seemingly being
sawed in half...

" A Look Back "...

" A Look Back "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

A look back
for nearly half
aiming
to shake hands

unsalaried
long after
practicality

as highly
idiosyncratic
gender gaps
of actualities

tinged with sadnesses
blathering
at humongous galas
with clichés
being kept in tact

over extended
life-spans
of the extremely
well-established

yet still left lacking
by acting in unflattering
heavy-handed manners...

" Who Knew? "...

" Who Knew? "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Who knew?
" You do the voodoo
that you do  so well "

as naysaying naïveté
exploiting tension
neckties negligees

no closing dates
seared and baked
ditched "non-stick"

ardent cocktail snobbery
double rocks
horseradish garnish

fennel fronds
pull out the stops
no bother...

" Knotting and Unknotting "...

" Knotting and Unknotting "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Knotting
and unknotting
the near and the far

as coefficients
of tolerance
and intolerance
with far more qualms
in common

having once
been held hostage
at birthday parties
while bearing bottles

bottoms up
for the stubbornly
up-and-coming
with skepticism
plus reluctance
to open up

like conundrums
just at the tip
of the tongue

crackling
thunder claps
after zigzagging
jagged flashes
slashing at landmarks
given to eavesdropping...

"In the Tumult"...

" In the Tumult "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

In the tumult
unlike anything
within dozens
of others

just happening
to be running
while clearing
long-angled
stray blades
of grass

strenuously kicking
weed seeds into green fields
for burbling bobolinks
wings fluttering rapidly

enduring rowdy
remarkability
by nonchalantly
reappearing

like ubiquitously
foolhardy harvestings
featuring fretfully
promising upheavals...

" 'A' - List "...

" 'A' - List "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

' A' - list of options
popular/unpopular
promising/unpromising

shooting stars/falling stars
upscale/scaled back
laughable/tragic

like coded conspiracies
being waged tirelessly
smart and silly
languishing unfinished

boldly unconvincingly
via meanderings of meanings
elusively austere

gleaned uncanny clarity
virile vulnerability
crisp diction

engrossingly ambiguous
inanimate objects
all in our hearts...

" Revolving Around "...

" Revolving Around "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Revolving around
extended bouts
of unrecounted
prowess for nary
a hometown
cinematic
femme fatale

as too pat
like soapy actors
ensnared
by banality

dragged
kicking
and screaming
with
indefatigable
sociopathic
tendencies

seen romping
theatrically
then falling
rather
emphatically
flatly

inspiring
slapstick
laughter
while
flirting
with
scandal

after being
screened
in pairs
feeling
both
astute
and
daring...

" Unable to Resist "...

" Unable to Resist "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Unable to resist
an unexpected glimpse
at a mysterious inscription

as sculpted kisses
with little embellishment
across multiple listings

neither denied nor abridged
by bipartisanship
for lesser-known abilities
of the ignominiously critical

notwithstanding inconsistency
like nightmarish fantasy
in a seaweedy monster movie

visiting within a soggy fragile feature
never having made it to theaters
boozily bantering with eavesdropping
comedic cronies simultaneously
re-lighting old stogies...