Molasses mingle with soupcon of memory
creating sweetmeat with your signature.
My mirror notes the rufescent. I look for
fleece. It teases me of the warmth in your
woolens. Plastic is my way of bargaining
with bridges that go nowhere. In this resume
how do I wiretap the riot within?
*First published in The Penmen Review*
Whenever you drop by
you leave me
with a lyric.
Is it the smell
of your situation
that stirs my
or are you my scent?
*First published in Kindle Magazine*
Locked in the drill of daily liaisons
the lie I bought bilked me. Some
are emotional ecdysiasts. Yestreen
I erased chapters of my slim volume
where ugly emotions and egos beat me.
Now, there are phrases to patent and
peddle on lanes of love. When moon
never messes with me, wind is cuddly
and beams coded messages, when all
utterances seem right.
*First published in Peacock Journal*
Sawdust of our first cabinet seesawed
any which way, piercing the eyes and
erasing magic of marigolds from our
midst. One good about the durational
gear, it helps in easing game plans.
We now order kitset and stuff.
*First published in The Piker Press*
—About the Author—
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). He is published in more than 25 countries. Recent credits: Talking Writing, Packingtown Review, The Sandy River Review, Modern Poets Magazine, Poets’ Espresso Review, Shot Glass Journal, Episcopal Café, The Poetry Village, Selcouth Station, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.