by Suzan Jivan
Interior lives
pincushions and scissors
stitching rictus grins
into juxtaposition
with evocative and vaguely
suspenseful emptinesses
darkly silhouetted.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Silhouetted
Friday, August 15, 2008
Loop-by-loop
by Suzan Jivan
Eye-catching minutiae
under one roof
skein by skein
thread by thread
loop by loop
beyond the unproven
ruling of pinch-
waisted side seats
and elegantly tensile
love seats mixed in with
double-seated setees
for twice the intimacy.
Windswept
by Suzan Jivan
Exposing our own
always-known
older holdings
of monumental stones
worked up closely
and sharply-focused
within windswept connections.
Seeds
by Suzan Jivan
Seeds
of our
current needs
in late
summer weeks
vividly regal
floor-to-ceiling
masterpieces
of shaved ice
in subway rides
of genteel genres
into largess.
Pinwheels
by Suzan Jivan
Paper pinwheels in seraphim
vivid but peripheral artistic intimacy
of what we may never see
small isn't small after all.
Golden
by Suzan Jivan
Bathed in light
golden and honeyed
within city limits
a collection hidden
in deficits of prowess
weight-lifted acrobats
tumble and balance
somersault and flex
within lordly halls'
versions of awesome.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Peek-a-boo
by Suzan Jivan
Buzz words
pumped up
by binge-
drinking chic
teetering on
high-heel
lace-up
peek-a-
boobooties
tanned in
true blue.
Pitching
by Suzan Jivan
An uncanny ability
to disguise pitches
and keep hitters
swinging and missing
by pitching identical grips
with ingenious fingerings
resulting in batters
bending and buckling.
Running Amok
by Suzan Jivan
Sublime allegorical
romance in thralled
typically unquestioning
somewhere between
unusually enjoyable
and running amok.
Yellow Caution
by Suzan Jivan
Yellow caution
domestic whim
beneath a metal lid
surprisingly modest
intimately small
elliptically written
sickly, cynical
period specific
hard to diminish
the ridiculous
cost of living
with wisdom.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Main Meaning
by Suzan Jivan
Main meaning
illogical fluency of dreams
hauntingly inexplicable
deft religious rituals
and deeply-inquiring myopic eyes
from mis-shapen fallen lives
in horizontal lines
redacted gridiron size.
Long Shots
by Suzan Jivan
Aimed at brows both high and low
an oddity and an anomaly
where long shots are a part
of empty-handed philanthropy
in short-lived realities of granting wishes with elbow jabs in flashes
of afterthought gauze outdrawn.
Reading Minds
by Suzan Jivan
An invisible
curtain rises
an easy laugh
not far behind
something like
reading minds
for many miles
with a distinguishingly
flickering frenzy becoming
piquantly tangential.
A Soft Near-Drawl
by Suzan Jivan
Outer sleekness
draping plain
like cape-back
black jackets
over long skirts
ending at the ankles
with trouser legs
suggesting an older
more-knowing hand
and walking with
a soft near-drawl.
Open Season
by Suzan Jivan
Open season
unaccompanied
by a darting tongue
but plainly seen
reshaping a niche
into a mass medium
bearing a mystique
independent
of whatever else
is happening
in an unlined
patchwork
of a terse
message
made from
ruffle-edge
animal prints
saying, " no"
to crassness
and the disquieting
"baas" of lambs
whittled down
into arm bands.
All Too Real
by Suzan Jivan
All too real
jokingly led to believe
modestly and without bravado
occasionally harshtoned staccato
without much to show
punctuating the flow
remaining open
in a notice
finding motive
in an anthem
but faring better
as a fragile dancer.
Cumulative Human
by Suzan Jivan
Twice told ladened
with gold wide tie
and tight suit while narcotized
as neither ingenious nor kitsch
nodding committally
with wooden torsos
stone heads and extremities
as yet, remaining unswayed
by the title of a new play
"Fair Game Finished Late"
in silver suit and face paint
not for the faint or vapid
as an immediate sensation
in an Old World Way
slowed-down tempos
powerful loudness
in cumulative human impact.
Flux of Bubbles
by Suzan Jivan
The first worldwide
encyclopedia of life
identifying the terms
of dying in a flux
of bubbles evoking
a "whoa"
an "ugh"
or simply "huh"?
Under-cover Buskers
by Suzan Jivan
Under cover in the shadows
of motions and counter-motions
in the brisk pace of an all-day
change of faiths and wavelengths
with costumes and makeup
among many tongues
running and trumped
by footloose buskers
when no one becomes
time-adjusted.
Hushed Worries
by Suzan Jivan
Hushed worries
of wisecracking puppets
red-haired, blue-eyed
with a decade
of head-turning change
from extreme makeovers
to the throwing
of a perfect game
while making a joyful noise
to the mostly self-taught
expecting to absorb
a whole lot more
with no shortcuts
into a corner.
Spinning
by Suzan Jivan
The stuff of dreams for longevity
conventional blending
of surprise and attack
with spinning indescriminately.
All-or-nothing-at-all
by Suzan Jivan
Far-flung places of DNA
when moments came
with thin underpinnings
of thinking differently
about unseen demons;
the idea is the thing
when intriguing hints
are badly needed
for crucial links
to fitting in with
all-or-nothing-at-all.
Giddy
by Suzan Jivan
Curled up
inconspicuously
done for
next to nothing
in the underbelly
of the high-end
amid the giddy
along the Fringe.
On-again-off-again
by Suzan Jivan
On-again-off-again
in a lucrative flashy way
in a weepie with the hush
of a lush unadulterated love
for intransigence and flare.
Lowering of Overtones
by Suzan Jivan
A vanishing landscape
unrestricted by time and place
where movement is everyday
along trails of fragrant sage
scarcely of imagination
lowering of overtones.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Moment to Moment
by Suzan Jivan
Simply known as,
"moment to moment"
choosing what to see
and what to suppress
ghostly lingerings
sensory thresholds
blurry peripheries
sleights of hand
breathtaking effects
all meant to be read
as, " incidental".
Saddle Stitching
by Suzan Jivan
On a time-
shifted basis
shrinking down
to a standard size
rifting on old clips
earning a favorable position
by long insisting
on chiefly marketing
with saddle stitching.
Ducking Under Bunkers
by Suzan Jivan
Masked with exhaustion
making the sign of the cross
cradling a Kalashnikov
beating a harried retreat
ducking under bunkers
becoming outnumbered
by hundreds of fore-runners.
Bubbles as Lungs
by Suzan Jivan
Faults advance
with old salves
offering proof
of tribunals
on the sly
with tummy time
in armoured columns
ignoring warnings
reckless and headstrong
enjoying windfalls from abroad
carrying bubbles as lungs.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Partly Pink
by Suzan Jivan
So logic- defying
is the lineup
of rubbing shoulders
and pressing flesh
with lots and lots
of friends of friends
in planned retrospectives
with shifts in direction
as the city heads
into one of the muggiest
most unbearable stretches
unrolling in the season ahead
as partly pink with shades of green.
Bobbins Out of Bone
by Suzan Jivan
Sublime and mannered naïveté
with grim precision as pallid
listlessly chilling predictors
of wielded influences
from sensuous beginnings
without contingencies
making bobbins out of bone.
On Location
by Suzan Jivan
Boosting a wobbly year
by resurrecting cursory dreams
from the echoes of the age-old
spun with the all-of-a-suddeness
of one-upmanship and comeupance.
Puttin' on the Put-ons
by Suzan Jivan
Puttin' on the put- ons
seasoning the dialogue
with a thorough knowledge
of the biggest responses-
"golly", "gosh" and "darn"
plus an endearingly
cuddly, "golly-gee".
Flourishing
by Suzan Jivan
Flourishing movement
for alternating arms
with one raised at the end
of a musical phrase
lighted from behind - stuntlike.
Minima Black
by Suzan Jivan
Permeable boundries
seeping underground
making the high low
exorcised by
carnivalesque
excesses
of elaborate
headdresses
bedecked
with plethoras
of talismans.
CYA
by
Suzan
Jivan
A song
memorably
recorded
with
wince-
making
hollering
and
a
simmeringly
slow
drip
of
the
placid
and
uncertain
almost
too
spare
in
standards
for
shirking
the
overt.
Clever Plots
by Suzan Jivan
Clever plots evolve
through teenage bootlegs
at the end of a jutting runway
taking center stage
lacking shamelessness
with assemblages
of calmness and confidence
in a first solo effort
on the subject of death.
Overflowing
by Suzan Jivan
The blue box opened
overflowing with the untold
and hard-to-reach
as trade-offs for give-and-take.
Simmering at a Rapid Boil
by Suzan Jivan
Withdrawal ignored
and gone beyond the logical
far and away quickly aging
as the magic fades at the end
of each and every day
invoking the refrain:
"check - checkmate".
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Whittling Down
Whittling down
and unravelling
eye-popping change
with the likeness
of a Goliath
on the overall
bottom line
naked came
the speculators
using swaps
instead of wagers
carrying all the latest
capitulated statements.
Six-figured
by Suzan Jivan
Normally cavernous
back-and-forth
actions of the gangly
and good-mannered
when sanctioning
a fussily-accurate
six-figured bid.
Lead Lick
by Suzan Jivan
Wriggling
unleashing
and jabbing
a lead lick
from medley
to frenzy
maracas
cowbells
woodblocks
screaming
hard
and
on
pitch.
Sliding Sidelong
by Suzan Jivan
Might not be
a heads-up
perspective
against
needling
temerity
etching
translucent
novella lengths
of dispelled
recollections
with booming
acoustics
sliding sidelong
into lore.
A Flaw in Fact
by Suzan Jivan
A flaw in fact
as eminently
restorable as
ambiguous bliss
going unnoticed
and unknown
as yellow-
white light
split by
indescriminant
incandescent
slivers.
With a Wink
by Suzan Jivan
An uneasy safe haven
with the unswerving beat
of a passion-addled
public coupling
done with a wink.
Rare Ore
by Suzan Jivan
Ferociously sly
focused drive
beginning to slide
beneath starry skies
propelled into overdrive
by rehearsing written lines
with some assembly required
mined from the rare ore
of earthbound asteroids.
Spent Petals
by Suzan Jivan
Not un-
common
cozy spots
both
particular
and
peculiar
reconfigured
to fit
extraordinarily-
vivid
elaborateness
with
especially-
felicitous
repetition
mingling
tenacity
and
diffidence
into
dim
presences
from
throw-
away
sketches
of
weighty
duets
puzzling
in
expression
crying out
in protest
flinging
spent
petals.
Limitless Plain
by Suzan Jivan
Odd angles truncated
into double layers
of wrung-out papers
with penchants for decay
on the limitless plain
of the everyday.
Plus Plucking
by Suzan Jivan
Easy to play
with little training
and an irresistible
upswing in the
strumming
plus plucking
of four strings.
A Patch of Asphalt
by Suzan Jivan
A patch of asphalt
feeling scrambled
pummeled and swearing
in a territorial war
along the sidewalk
sparked by a vagrant's
request for a thirty five
cent cigarette.
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