Corey Mesler

 

The Descent Beckons

I’m living in a new space now,
a space where crapulence
is frequent, where disorder
comes with the dawn.
I’m living here because I have
been on this old planet
sufficient years. In the passage of
time represented by my
life I have crested the hill, yet
I am not coasting. I am
stopping periodically to catch
my breath. I am pressing
on my chest where the misery is.
I am calling out to others, Damn,
I say, I thought it would be
easier going down. They smile
and wave back as if they don’t
comprehend me but suffer
fools gladly. Thank you for
listening yourself, my truepenny.
I am almost at a stopping point.
I am almost ready to place on
this line my final, irrefutable period.

Part

I need a simile
like I need
a hole in my poem.
There should
be more to this
but there are too many
distractions. The
metaphorical kettle
is whistling, calling
me away, calling me
by my other names,
Nightwalker, Fabulist.

CP

Corey Mesler has been published in numerous journals and anthologies. He has also published several novels, collections of poetry and fiction, and about a dozen chapbooks. More information and many of his works are available on Amazon or at Burke's Book Store, one of the country's oldest, which he runs with his wife. Mesler has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize numerous times, and two of his poems were chosen for Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac. He can be found at www.coreymesler.com.