" Tripped Up"...

" Tripped Up " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

Tripped up by drugs plus hedge funds
cinched in by double digits
as very very different
investors ridding themselves
of shares in a "Bear Market"
"Is it murder or self-defense?"

from acidic yet empathetic pens
facing fresh pressures at the end
of expressways of artificial intelligence
due to overblown schedules

while jabbing at keyboards of black matter
at long last due to wiretaps and travel bans
given final chances while hailing
international fasteners pining for balances
due to higher powers of scant bailouts
from software task-by-task only rarely scanned
but automatically captured by chief strategists

bringing sweeping change when prime suspects
get away years later becoming fully engaged
shedding light on paintings used as templates
for vivid imagination saying, "You're in the wrong place!"
via lively exhumation being willing to go rogue--

like increasingly feral tongue-tied women and men
in a sort of cob-webbed indelible cinema from hell
tactics on terror with many interjections
by a cooked-up president stressing faster internets
from a Pennsylvania address while wearing fool-proof hair

as a flaring advantage threatening epidemic sentinels
and skin-friendly prosthetics for "Med-Evil" directors
in radiation therapy during randomized tests
over five sessions thinking twice available online
unrealized for the first time like flashes of brilliant light

measuring swimsuit styles for bison in their ancestral climates
both cold and dry being deprived of flight at a steep price
fiery and flinty rhythms beating yet lacking in panache
concocted as yowling with no legal impact
while wearing ski masks and listening to scanners
" Get cracking! Who goes there?"...