" Get Back "...

" Get Back "

by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Get back to living muffled and drippy
April showers transfixed
having gone out like a lion and in
like a lamb by a sex-fueled
April Fool of synthetic goop
becoming much much more perverse
as pre-determined: "Birds do it
bees do it even educated flees do it
Let's do it let's fall in love "
then "we'll float like a butterfly
and sting like a bee" a la Muhammad Ali
having gone boxing neurologically
but still actively lobbying for freedom
via peppery fiery yet cool creamy
everyday of every week
cool and crunchy unexpectedly sweet
robust and leafy rarely preachy
sipping salt-rimmed margaritas
swiped and sprinkled neither warmed nor greasy
while tasting everything before it's too late
like amber flakes over low flames
on sheets of acetate clove oil in tanks
spirit and statements understated restraint
revelation: "It's addictive!"
thin and fair-skinned no need for permission
in the Black Hills malls within minutes
as a pilgrimage to Rapid City
with wooden Indians intermingling
bison in the lobby spawning pictures
of memories gone missing
instinctively teeming with "skinny-bilinks"
whose entrances were kinda shabby
having suffered crises of scale during fire sales
but not bothering to ask while looking badly
revealing something or other well just guessing I guess
presenting figures of money as geological oddities
of moat-and-boulders lodgepoles
all along avenues of waving flags gone flaccid...