" It's A Sign "

" It's a Sign " by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán

It's a sign for openly testy former nominees falling short warily
in the catbird seat high in a dogwood tree meowing loudly
via mimickry surrounded by pink-bracketed pseudo-flowers
as seen in a late-arriving daylight-saved frigid spring day

while a commander claims to have been wiretapped
in a see-through glass tower without a doubt
while questioning the credulity of a tweeting chief
moving to halt the tightening of vehicular fuel efficiencies

blaming judicial overreach while rushing indiscriminately
into an apparitional wall of thick-headed bricks
seeking big tilts to the military with arts axed entirely
during the trimming of billions aided by novice
pseudo-politicians perpetuating the ins-and-outs
of their unstable bases leaving sour tastes
from the hacking of mega-data making significant gains

outlooks unchanging due to grim fate
as witnessed from way way out in outer space
claiming to "repeal and replace" dodgy changes
in a digital age of lawmakers seeking immunity
from criminal double-speak activity
being beamed over social media

deemed new and rare species
enchantingly remastered declassified
avian birds of prey painted on the wing
declassified beaks gleaming post breeding season

wandering grouped by geniuses
with wide variations in appearances
printed via checklists that change very little
typically heeding only minor revisions

yet none-the-less significantly providing logistical
awarenesses including rare but regular surreptitious
visitors portrayed in stained-glass windows
as narrative images for illiterates in gritty atmospheres

frozen in agony preaching single mindedness
with a blaze of mono theology above inner-city
asphalt and chain link urging tithing
drawing public ire via golden iconography
perpetually leapfrogging into "Ripley's Believe It or Not"...