by Suzán Jiván
Must be done
much as a thrashing man
like an overbearing female
fueling the jukebox
of an unsound heart
like hit-packed show stopper
retooled with uprooted boomers
Trying really really hard
in belle canto stardom
as innocuous, ungodly
and largely charm free
buried underneath twittering glee
Pioneering rivals in the twilight
like a diva-sized ego that never dies
after a haunting life
hiding out otherwise inside
an indecipherable night
Fallen under the spell
of a hooch-swilling bawdy talker
mixing sordid songs with little more
than overwrought
rotating casts of amassed
farcical criminal fragility
clinched with hinderously
rigid narcissism...
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