.nothing found this time. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

they may not like a controversal opinion, so cross it out in black.

i think that red may hit the mark better if there was a facility we

we used to amuse, may be delight, then it was censored. banned

 

to the bin.

 

quiet now, you will not hear any controversy, you may only read it

 

here.

cancelled my apprenticeship

neatly.

 

there.

nothing found

confusion was by David McLean

confusion was emotion, mostly, never sex
which i found entirely straightforward
bruises & memory.

the brutality of memory is transparency
a laughing fish. ghosts
& the hopeless.

in the broken room we wear skull
& love. like Trakl’s old priest
walks the village square,

the children are an abomination.
there is so little shame in us,
everything we touch

here is beasts by David McLean

here is beasts, they are always
angry almost. i aspire to this hateful
innocence.

i reassemble myself
dismembered. here fragmentary
& nothing wrong with it.

identity is a defective whore
i prefer the fang, the nowhere
but my mythical animal she is

disconsolate. & i am but meat
& resurrection, stitched together
with memory, like May in her movie

gorgeous, what she wants is pieces
of people, disjecta membra
which i love to be, scissors

that snip & bits of me. Emma
if you want them reassemble
as needed – we are nothing & free

Annularity by Sanjeev Sethi

Unbuttoned top or trousers is sloppiness or salacity?

Neither, maybe a bit of both. There was no coronet

to cap, placed ourselves aside for sake of conscience.

Conscientiousness is summative of consumption.

A schlockmeister may be virtuous. It is erroneous

to evaluate him on his vendibles. A modiste or milliner

is heroine at home or on her FB wall. I am exhausted

of adverts, out-of-proportion  assessments of self and

situations. I packed ample in gulps of gin. Debating

with drunks is plying wheels of rigidity. Negotiations

sparkle in the median. It is verbalization sans words.

Grace by Sanjeev Sethi

The gift of goodies has caged them in

kind and clement ways. In the jewels

of generosity lie mainsprings to many

freedoms. Their gait has carriage of

a coryphée: speech is songlike. In its

lilt is fruition of His unsigned memos.

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SANJEEV SETHI is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world including 3:AM Magazine, The Tower Journal, Peacock Journal, The Penmen Review, Red Fez, Indiana Voice Journal, The Penwood Review, Novelmasters, I am not a Silent Poet, Poetry Pacific, Transnational Literature, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.