Halcyon and hurtful coexist in an apiary.
On helicon’s rote appropriate ones reveille.
In the middle of a horseshoe of memories
I mime the lines I need to hear. They carry
affection of an autograph in an unknown
language. No-one knows of cliffhangers
cached by pitchmen of polluted cosmos
in their verbal chitty chitty bang bang
in public space as the spotlight is on them.
In the ghetto of my mind I seek security
in crisscross of words and nonwords.
Iterance nettles me. Silence is my thing
except when I’m with myself.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). A Best of the Net nominee (2017 & 2018), his poems are in venues around the world: Poydras Review, Miller’s Pond, Litbreak, Red Savina Review, Blognostics, The Best of Mad Swirl: v2017!, Formercactus, Ink Pantry, Amethyst Review, and otherwhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.