Going Up for Grabs

“ Seizing “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Seizing on fresh ideas while quietly looking listening and absorbing organic forms of discord in a blue void with the white gauze of a motherboard for phantom dogs of the paranormal seen barking on platforms the following mourning as omens of folklore undergoing affirmation of the well adapted fairy tale infinitely variable yet tending toward baffling dreams and fantasies being betrayed into asking, “What is actual?” feeling highly irrational like a glamorous matter-of-fact supra-natural as it just so happens...

“ Unusual Values “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Unusual values available in black gunmetal or mocha brown going underground as a full house of exaggerated caricatures like dismantled emancipated females donning head-hugging hats and two-toned saddles in order to supplant the khakis and the grays of our parents while traveling transatlantic packing spats and a brimmed felt hat called, “gangsta” in tweed jackets and pin-striped pants raising hats and doffing caps simply knowns as, “dapper” with slicked-backed hair picked up dramatically by the camera appearing to be, “camp” labeled as, “fast” often veiled strange happenings producing rappings intonations and accents via Gregorian Chants and lit corpse candles...

“ Memory Fragments “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Memory fragments as practicality in analysis casual factors being borne out by the facts with the help of ambition and talent all for social advancement while hunting up baggage dashing back at last kept in a black knapsack incapable of perception played back just before or just after a sleep pattern of family zigzagging abstractly over canvas marriage after marriage...

“ An Act of Curation “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán An act of curation not offended nor embarrassed claiming, “There’s an algorithm for that!” as “Flirttech” chatbots with rigid come-ons from “Juicebox” asking, “Did you like turning me on?” flashing “winky emojis hashtagged, “selfies” while on gardening leave given a highly specialized feel by showing off your reading buying green and repurposing evergreen as quirky ceilings sport bright blue spines versus shades of white being gleaned “by author by color by height” ...

“ Changing Tactics “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Changing tactics as a rite of passage revisualizing attachments for the ambidextrous right-and-left handed while evolving in the lab disrupting mating dances algorithmic compositions performed willy-nilly doctoral scholars directing the bonds of molecules peaking curiosity instilling confidence...

“An Armchair Naysayer” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán An armchair naysayer using “Global Warming” as a punchline all in the defiance of Science while gasping and crying as trained eyes spy on fossilized microscopic fungi in order to find, “Clues to life’s arrival” by spewing out enzymes smeared onto slides having evolved from algae measured as,  “The Here and the Why” defined by colonized chitin...

“ Short-Term Pain” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Short-term pain longer term gains despite the strain of taking the sting out of layovers with upgraded aims while risking reputations at the forefront of campaigns promoting change with “The Bang” of a certain age adopting nicknames like, “Going Places” but not, “Running Loose”,  say shouting chess exclamations of, “Check!” and “Checkmate!” ...

” Don’t Be Fooled “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Don’t be fooled by pointy ankle boots kicking truth to beauty cooled in an in-ground pool of fishy taxidermy cue the search and the rescue calling, “Odds or Evens: Once, Twice, Three - Shoot!” ...

“ The Last Best “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán The last best now an event designed to treat stress via risk and benefit measured as “SPF” in self defense put into question along with frequently recommended invitations to comment on the dreams of a sleep doctor or the aura of a photographer having won the lottery at a seedy bar of chockablock being podcast at the Kafka-esk Condominiums Complex by a behavioral psychologist offering exotic pop-up doughnut shoppes...

“Raising Concerns” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Raising concerns spreading the word all across the topsy-turvy turf of recurring swerving uncertainties unduly crass and cringey crash-landed catharses achieved via punch lines of absurdities vividly piped-in teasing jibing replying on the fly reciting Waxwing rhymes read in double time ...

“ Wide Open “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Wide open as a mouth while hitting many infield grounders having figured out beer barrels by getting the suds out and landing on equal ground following a melt down seen as a tragic abuse of power thrown off by unflappable geniality loudly shouting, “ Time Out! “ ...

“ Colleagues and Competitors “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Colleagues and competitors reflect on record sales at Christie’s beyond description by truly thrilled gallerists exhibiting in cavernous shape-shifting labyrinths as applause dies down while losing sales due to secret gaffs meaning, “sleuth” in slang...

” Gauging Trailblazing “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán Gauging trailblazing embodying change as penetrating shock waves piercing the day-to-day in groundbreaking stages resembling unruly campaigns with daunting fundraising siting false ratings data while displaying copper faces of ladies at stock exchanges relocated on Air Force Bases clearing the way for remakes by top aides still displaying quiet agitation being peeled back by interacting bureaucrats more experimental than ecstatic unlike rapturous passages upon getting captured in a hacker’s hedged labyrinth while blaring  “The Star-Spangled Banner” as payback...

“ It Isn’t Really “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán It isn’t really like being shot against a green screen compulsively repeated being invoked like a dehumanized human being peeled away by a redacted label looking like a simulation of  inescapable dangers strategically pasted in simulation of toxic waste covertly placed closer and closer to naïveté in a deranged kind of way like penetrating gazes stealthily portrayed on an unsanctioned bootlegged stage as a trial separation minus obligation unwrapped impatiently pending sanctions, “Here come the bootlegs!” as homemade fully inflated cartoon faces having undergone numerous confrontations with a deranged mermaid exchanging excerpted conversations post breakup in a teeny-tiny space half way between tacky meditation and stillness basically yet never really meant to be believed in the first place being renamed, “Matchmaking Naïveté” like a droplet building block culling process with white wings and black s...

“ A Trial Separation “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán A trial separation minus obligation unwrapped impatiently pending sanctions, “ Here come the bootlegs!” as homemade fully inflated cartoon faces having undergone numerous confrontations with a deranged mermaid exchanging excerpted conversations post breakup in a teeny-tiny space half way between tacky meditation and stillness basically yet never really meant to be believed in the first place having been renamed, “The heyday of matchmaking naïveté” ...

“ The Story Behind Self-Redemption “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán The story behind self-redemption  sometimes forceful sometimes delicate like helter skelter book ends dreaming of celebs as impressive  unruliness embedded in blurry lenses of the episodically influential  exhibiting rootless redemption  for the powerless leaking content starting to throb with nonstop darkness mocking rim-shot comics  prosecuted as an accomplice  memorably melancholic  morosely inquiring, “Why even bother?” mimicking carnival barkers  picking off easy targets with fear as a constant  for scary movie monsters  snarling past the graveyard  donning jostling pompoms ...

“ Going Up for Grabs “ by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom- Mom Suzán Going up for grabs coming out of nowhere striking a “Contrapposto Pose” hip thrust out, elbow cocked sometimes obvious like Cow Parsley and sweetie boxes mirroring olive leaves at an art opening strewn with Guccis surrendering to “Camp as Costume” while consumers look useless as obtuse multitudes without observing New Years’ resolutions perhaps feeling a bit delusional seen like marginalized groups embroidered in bullion cool as worn by timeless beauties singing, “I’ll find another one prettier than you, I’ll find another one prettier than you I’ll find another one prettier than you”; Skip skip skip to my Lou Skip skip skip to my Lou Skip to my Lou, my darlin’...