Looking After Looking Afar

“A Bevy of Medals “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán A bevy of medals as a test for experts past and present asking further questions from grieving relatives over and over again while holding up photos of the dead being seen at record levels of inexplicable terrors appearing on checklist headings for fund-raising letters containing, “G’day” or “Yes’m” as abstract gestures of hummingbird energy ...

“Paying the Price” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Paying the price falling behind becoming zombified by fungi parasites sniffing pumpkin spice like a novel influenza virus along winding highways in the wild caves and mines vying for dying vibes coming as no surprise blankly staring eye-to-eye pupils dilating ...

“Terser and Snarlier Verses” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Terser and snarlier verses across flat-topped hills leading to lickety-split criticisms of facts and figures ready for the picking as a fresh billowy sheet that’s simply ravishingly like enchanting raised hands all with the air of grandeur during full-bodied dancing to too-tall a tale as a women’s pant salesman’s comeback having given no other details of the doping scandals in a tabloid romance ...

“ A Fictional Reality “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán A fictional reality, “ Thar be witches “ offering tortured English as personal grievances deemed, “God’s will” being found, “half guilty” in ancient alleyways slipping sideways like haunted minds of the wickedly precise like retro-Sci-Fi while speaking beneath unreal skies shining New Moon style ...

“Weighing Both Sides” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Weighing both sides suspended ‘til further notice fearing falling down an endless opening being re-enacted in slow motion head down earbuds in stopped and frisked hard to figure succumbing to cynical plot twists hearing pretentiously preachy self-justifying speeches avoided of reason feeling extremely sleepy in billowy white night gowns pulsing with excitement found-footage style ...

“Tying Aid” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Tying aid raising stakes recalibrating operations replacing beef with fake meat by free-wheeling chef prodigies cooking behind the scenes of the entire food industry with overwhelmingly saucy chic peas focusing on Irish Whiskey while feasting on yummy googly -eyed spiders oozing red juice from beets taking it to the streets spreading oh so gradually squinting even in glasses beneath vapor trails feeling the strain of a halt in aid while lying in state and dreaming away of re-capturing nature by haunting in our own way via ghastly impersonations from chokeholds to whistle-blowers droning, “Mano a Mano” etched on toppled-over headstones ...

“Harnessing Anger” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Harnessing anger living in an unforgiving landscape over generations streets unnamed unable to save fume-sniffing teenagers stony graves portrayed as gallery spaces plucking sea gull eggs two flights away displaying sculptures in glass cases as reconciliation hair pulled pack into neat braids once used in wig making ...

“Coming to a Halt” by Suzán Jivan Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Coming to a halt all with scant awareness as, “Scary really scary!” still lying in hospice beds lacking heartfelt candor ephemeral and varied gown clad wearing glaring allergy wristbands staring at hard-scrabble surgical masks conjuring eye-candy fantasies with fanciful abandon while alarmingly declaring, “Last chance!” ...

“Sweet and Scary” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Sweet and scary like over-scaled song and dance both anxious and enthusiastic not knowing where to land as deadpanned flowers turning into ash all with the help of Man still trading fairy tales for the solidarity of, “ever-after” offering poisoned candy languishing in browning pastures clutching hand-held cameras snakes swallowing their tails ...

“Roaring with Laughter” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Roaring with laughter badly outmatched battles of recalled talcum powder fleeing to the safety of black clouds clashing in the air and on the ground roundly denounced and unraveling ousted in the wake of scandal risking luxury brands figures dancing up stairwells treating anxiety and panic relating to the Latin for, “shadow” commanding, “Here’s a mask - wear it!”

“Feeling Like Vacuum Sealing” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Feeling like vacuum sealing body-positivity signaling relatability claiming, “It’s a cinch!” like take-it-or-leave-it plus-size divisions for first-time buyers of shape-wear designs attempting to gain insight feeling full of freestyle surprises eroding denials picking a summit site setting cease-fire aggressive timelines while living on borrowed time ...

“Picking Up the Reins” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Picking up the reins of manipulated lawmakers in telling demonstrations threatening harsh sanctions central to whistle-blower allegations grasping for answers to bridge the gaps between chitchatting casual pairs while wearing shiny-fabric backpacks moonwalking wee lads...

“ Shortly After “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Shortly after striking back leaving trails of fired ambassadors and massive calamities due to disastrous abandonment fast-unraveling backlashes hopping onto meatless bandwagons while wailing, “Good Bye Yellow Brick Road” pushing envelopes plating food for a role into previously unknown genomes of koala pigeonholes as playable as a piano of “same old same old” claiming to “Put a tiger in your tank” like an old rocket stage launched by a “zombie spendoholic” video game ...

“When They Mourn, We Mourn with Them” Gen. Joseph L. Votel by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán When they mourn, we mourn with them continuing to withdraw from the North needing to rein in chain vaping being deemed, “a betrayal” as a proliferation of flavors skyrocketing amid an invasion by targeting teenagers with “Bazooka Joe”  and “Zombie Blood” while breaking trust becoming fed up with the coverage of giving up on hard-won courage getting sent off on a lethal course by “Numero Uno” (top dog) ...

“Flooding the Air “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Flooding the air rubbing black cat whiskers against hips witchy twitchy magical history resurgingly dicey sorcery in rapid fire flames climbing spying on spies neither shy nor retiring perilously meeting defying belief veiled dreamily devotees flickering blue in synchrony “It’s never not Halloween” ...

“Zigzagging Policies” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Zigzagging policies driven by sheer unpredictabilities as seen in the highly volatile regions of secret weaponry during impeachment inquires kicking into high gear while deeply split citizenries re-imagine “Must sees” booming warbly throaty distinctively Indie like tenderness and intimacy becoming spoofingly snarky via casting trappings of food and dance reaching warily into the tatterings of artless laughing masking wartime tragedy tramping in sensible sandals into star spangled bomb flattened galleries ...

“Claiming Responsibility” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Claiming responsibility pushing for damaging information falsely vouching safety all for personal gain insisting it isn’t stimulus becoming increasingly conspicuous postscript seen as unaccredited like a TNT element stepping to the left on a bent leg shifting weight color saturated unnamed fleeting fragrances nerves becoming frayed native languages endangered and unsustainable never coming of age ...

“ Fueling Wariness “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Fueling wariness of the executive branch fragmented strategies as coldly-calculated and unabashed battles of a sadistic executive hatchet-man going on the lam in avoidance of dark nightmares getting drunk fast as a strict cultural practice for the undiplomatic when not caring what happens repeatedly chanting, “I did it by accident!!!” ...

“Soothing Clues” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Soothing clues to the radically retooled while continuing to shoot for the stars by alluding to cartoony mushroom music feeling in the mood of the firmly rooted to-be-determined acoustically upbeat tunes like the emancipation music of dandelion poufs as muse ...

“Backtracking” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Backtracking stabbed in the back irresponsible actions fearing backlash repeatedly slamming lawmakers’ inactions getting caught up in scandal refusing to reveal taxes while imposing damaging tariffs using, “Are not!” as a comeback for totally “out of whack” as a messy reality of, “Not exactly!” hearing manic ramblings keeping barf bags handy ...

“Looking After Looking Afar” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Looking after looking afar for indelible marks in the fine arts being chartered prominently as nonprofits commanding batons paradoxically nonstop hit squarely in the blind spot of noncompliance from the middle part as performed in a live concert of chart-toppers at the park cheered on atop bedrock labeled, “edgy-and-artsy” love object counterparts echoing into chasms of darkness by silent scream-stars...