If you want to see
a frown on a man’s face
give him power.
Take it away.
His smile will return.
Makers pushing up daisies
are prized. Vexed by volume
some don’t like my logorrhea,
sourness of similes: convinced
I cultivate an icky odor and audit.
I’m as valuable as barometer of
the bazaar. In retentiveness I
breathe. A few own, others have
erased me. For several I don’t exist.
No one inspects fount of feelings.
Calvary must be spelled artistically:
sans aesthetics it doesn’t exist.
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: The Tower Journal, Peacock Journal, Ghost City Review, The Greensilk Journal, The Bond Street Review, Red Fez, ThePenwood Review, Novelmasters, 3:AM Magazine, Morphrog 14, Bindwind Magazine, Poetry Pacific, Transnational Literature, Postcolonial Text, Otoliths,and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.