by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán
Closed off at sold-out performances of requiem choruses
having thrown down the gauntlet into disputed territory
all the more raw sneaking beneath bed sheets
crimson rashes flaring experiencing persistent badgering
being denied access beasts left intact wreaking havoc
slithering and gathering swatting and scattering
for larger forebears sadly seen as our far-better halfs
ultimately abandoned during aftermaths
as hashtags gone mad searching for answers
still grinning at prospects of the optimists
talking and laughing sitting on stairs
during writing classes though not exactly
standing out peeking out at name tags
being scanned as student badges
handing stories back and forth over healthy snacks
looking like leading characters
having coined reality via quantum mechanics
as seemingly bizarre facts waving white flags
from here to there over blocks of unexplanatory matters
passed hand-over-hand through springtime air
taking chances bouncing balls of rubber bands
over winding grassy paths ringed by silver-leafed saplings
with crypts built into the background dedicated to gratitude
and human frailty feigning heroic acts secularly encountering
coronets on carriages traveling to the hereafter
via postcards and stamps stressing symbolic aspects
meekly and sadly unimaginable inexhaustible galleries
gasp upon gasp immortal master Townsend's Solitaires
with exposed tails across mountain grasslands
being widely scattered as harsh "chiks" 'n' "chaks"
of short dry chatter paler drabber brown thrashers
brushy habitats russet backed fieldfares
piping nightingales pipits wagtails flashing wing patches
black caps sharp rattles high chaparrals
on the spot and on the fly billowy instincts single-stringed
transformed tragedies golden-haired wailing now declared
via conversational manners midway through tasks
fanciful and abstract from distant galaxies of fire-branded tales
kind of splashy only feebly critiqued like indie pop medleys
brief and catchy unabashedly upbeat provocative whimsy
insistent riffs culled as bits of atmospheric overtricks...
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