" At What Point? "

" At What Point? "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

At what point
whatever the case
for time-based payments
of handed-over data
snarled and tangled
per diem frustrations
via oddles and oodles
of words and phrases
bilingual translations
obviated
like headlamp navigated
cliff hangers
during insanely capable
road rages
having been taken way way
too far by cut-and-pasted-
fast-break-mile-high innovations
as every geeks' favorite
cost-saving-squid-faced
throwaway of pure entertainment
with separate cooking spaces
once considered sacred
like faith-based aggregated brain waves
while seeking oases correlations
being situated in captains' stations
both fore and aft with RPMs
set at maximum
for chrome chassis
seen as hideously
barbaric on racetracks
of informational real estate
visualized sideways
via fold-down
heads-up displays
plus pressure gauges
to reduce drop-out rates
of self-contained eminent domain
percolating with uncertain fates
falsely labeled--
hence--insurers won't pay...

" Costly "...

" Costly "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Costly
deadly
don't play
just say,
"No!"
imposing
not knowing
any longer
top-to-bottom
self-promoting
below the fold
numbers growing
brokering
power poker
in the foreword
high-low-
hold-'em-
low-balled-
hand-holding
like aces
in-the-hole
being
bankrolled
during
makeovers
of afterglows
separated
evaluated
obfuscated
applying
first aid
later gator
it's only
a minor scrape
from cut-and-pasted
vicious Q & As...

" Hoodwinked"...

" Hoodwinked "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Hoodwinked
by "ink-a-dink-a-doed"
double images
of decrepit buildings
sympathies seen
as condescending
by human memories
deemed, "brutal"
and "unfinished" history
lacking in recognition
capturing the bare facts
taken out of context
via stilted "dilettantism"
with and without
their principles
by "do-be" wannabes
in cracked magic mirrors
repeating, "There must be
a lesson here" feeling
flummoxed by overindulgence
in "almost nothings"
like "cheaper-by-the-dozens"
telling told, "not to give up"
yet getting outwitted
by these "lip-synced-
ishkabibbly " lyrics:
"Jeepers creepers
where'd you get
those peepers?
Jeepers creepers
where'd you get
dem eyes?
where'd you get
dem eyes?!"...

" The Age of Leaks "...

" The Age of Leaks "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

The age of leaks
possibly not as tough
as they'd like us to think

with the puckering tartness
of biased remarks
calculating "Whats!" plus "What ifs?"

signing ourselves into military prisons
by the millions accused of childlike fragility
like secretly live-streamed effete flip-
flopping wimpy "white-handy Miss
Nancy" pansies scissoring
up folded pieces of tight security

unbeholding to behavioral decencies
via conspiracy theories
while complaining of ill treatment
and tending to seem pretty aggrieved

whipped into apolitical strategies
treated poorly with frequency
being denied luxuries on the verge
of disappearing repeatedly
crying, " Believe Me, Believe Me
Believe Me, Please Believe Me!!!"...

" Forewarned "...

" Forewarned "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

Forewarned
arguments
in the fall
worries
of cultures
attacks
on Muslims
military action
punishing nerve gases
gerrymandering
election tactics
shaped like salamanders
tracking painted aircrafts
estranged captives
diverse backgrounds
ravaged factions
shade plants
otherwise drab
scattered woodlands
uncommonly handsome
poisonous to humans and animals
producing long-lasting masses
highly adaptable organic matter
arduous tasks lace caps
sterile flowers dying back
blooming lilies of the valley...

" The Newest"...

" The Newest "

by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán

The newest the coolest yet
the most restless stealth,
"TWEET THIS!!!"
in a sole cockpit
of the obvious, "HONEST!"

banking on windfarms
as cash crops on postcards
of promised boondoggles
considered scarce
far-out phenomenons
like high-watted
coffers needed or not

cloaking energy policies
via chronic insomnia
"NOT IN MY BACKYARD!!!"
dubbed, "Death Stars"
by jargon watchers
of, " OH MY GOSHES "

with the ardor
of emoticons
in response
to once-common
lexicons of personal
correspondence
now seen as moronically
modern conjurings...