Barometer
Third-rate writers
crowd their creations
with adjectives.
Housewives, who lack
evolved sensibilities,
stuff their shelves with knick-knacks.
The Bottom line:
excessive expression
is an index
of inadequacy, real or perceived.
Loneliness Is...
I
Singing
a duet,
all alone.
II
Cooking
a meal,
eating it,
and praising the cook.
Love Letter
I reread your outpourings.
Now I understand why
one doesn't need grammar
to express emotions.
In fact, the mauled language helps.
You could have meant this or that.
I often think about it.
Write to me, Love.
Write more often than you do.
Sanjeev Sethi
Nine Summers Later, A Book of Poems