by Suzán Jiván
Not quite farcical
offering yet another gloss
over another salsa
and merengue cohort
as an impromptu put off
of cast calls
at the complete annoyance
of purportedly loyal audiences
Not quite pulling off the tenacity
of a sometime thriller
imbued with youth
in a biomusical
like a decisive timeline
for flinty survivors
with strong song styles
in working order
as passions still
underwritten
within an original script
left uninvested since
a wizard-seeking gimmicky
deliberance with a tatted
wisecracking masked man
as the answer to lonely wales
with a backstabbing
riot of spangles
And the beat goes on
as uninterrupted thumps
of disruptive percussion
finding the courage
to drum up life's laments
summed up when punch drunk...
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