by Suzán Jiván
A welter of mayhem
building momentum
from a glower
to a pout
hands down
spellbound
underground
lilac walls
red floors
onslaughts
just, " Because "
living by wits
in flash-lighted
pictures
and the like
undisguised
and anchored
by uncanny eyes
in pursuance
of mankind
like tough guys
hobbled
by black and white
at first light
in memories
of ice at first sight
with razor-bladed vibes
designed entirely
with snippets from diaries
incessantly reprinted
republished and revisited
as unexhibited inhibitions
along with the pale pink
light green and deep lavender
refractions of extravagance
trickling in hourglasses
coated in wax...
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