by Suzán Jiván
Performed on YouTube
On a vibraphone on Saturday Night
played on the same spot
as collaborative art
for concerts
of the not-so-hard
as arias earmarked
as melancholic
when composed
as stand-alone
fading drones
changing in exposure
in overtures
played
over the long haul
as encores
of masterful joy
Usually green beneath
when freed
from the mud
by using your feet
in extreme need
low and creeping
with an acrid
biting quality
turning pink in spring
Unlike anything
which is to say
miscellaneous
as a stubby spadix
tapering
to a tight cluster
like an unpalatable
Jack-in-the-Box
do not eat raw
or boiled
on long stalks
with thick joints
as opposed
to a cautionary
dogbane
or common
nightshade
Or perhaps as
bastard toadflax
attached singly
pale underneath
crowned by sepals
small, green
and sweet
hairless
and quickly
branching
along sandy shores
toothless, or nearly so
with showy lobes
and deep groans
from lame jokes
becoming pigeon-holed
as a Texas toad
when threatened
burying itself
as a consequence
of specimen collecting
with a sharp edge
on a cranial crest
creating a depression
returning to a terrestrial
with a poorly-defined
black stripe..
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