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.
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.
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.
Your eyes large as lochs look
at me with an eleemosynary lien,
you lisp, “Don’t be angry na.”
When will eclaircissement leak for me
illogicality of close relationships?