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FIVE POEMS By Corey Mesler
Dylan’s All-Night Chicken Shack
“I’ve already had two beers I’m ready for the broom.”
You can get a meal, a hat, a secondary lover. The real meat is the waitress with the zither; she knows how to gather your wool. I order a naked dancing girl. You can get one for a song.
Neil Young Poem
In 1970something I saw Neil Young live in Memphis, scratching away at that ragged guitar, filling the air with that off-key voice. And it all added up to something beautiful, something unlike anything else. I still think of it nights when the crickets hesitate, nights when I’m driven backwards by some radio crap. Once there was a garden. Once there were players who, if not gods, were chosen. And they sang for us, mortals living on a makeshift planet, wanting jubilee.
Memphis Mojo
Living in this city my emotions are over-ripe, why
I spill to you, why I often seem like a kettle on
the boil. It’s the way Memphians know how to lay that
organ ripple underneath a song as if it were something
in your blood. It’s Booker T. It’s Jim Dickinson. It’s
Reverend Al Green. Memphis Mojo. And I am just a pawn
living in a city of soul, with a heart like a stuck accelerator.
Listener
“Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedrolls Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole.” Bob Dylan
Music dies in me like the last plucked harp string. A coagulant replaces it, a deceptive honey. I strain to notice the backbeat; I long for the plaintive chorus, but they are no longer there. Where can I go now when the night becomes too much, when the light wavers like a balloon? I turn as if on a table. The maestro picks up a bazooka. Remember that I love you. Remember that I used to be called beautiful.
On the Road Again
“I think I’ll call it America” B.D.
Bob Dylan stands at the bus stop, his suitcase full of half-finished songs. The road stretches out long and dry, like a patient etherized upon a table. Bob Dylan looks as far down that road as he is able. The bus, he cannot know, is broken down in Philly. But, in another few minutes, transportation will arrive in the form of a coach conducted by angels. “Let’s go,” the driver will say with a smile. “You wanna work on those songs, dontcha?”
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Corey Mesler, a frequent contributor to Canopic Jar, has published prose and/or poetry in Fiction Warehouse, Rattle, In Posse Review, Canopic Jar, Cranky, Re)verb, StorySouth, Contrary, Pindeldyboz, Mitochondria, Mars Hill Review, 13th Warrior Review, Monkeybicycle, Arkansas Review, Stirring, Red River Review, Center, Small Press Review, Jabberwock Review, Orchid, Quick Fiction, Timber Creek Review, Green Egg, Poetry Motel, Bullfight, Potomac Review, Poetry Super Highway, Big Muddy, Slant, Texas Poetry Review, Drought, Rockhurst Review, Wavelength, Lilliput Review, Pearl, Ducts, Lucid Moon, Sunny Outside, Fish Drum, Into the Teeth of the Wind, Mid-American Poetry Review, Midday Moon, Turnrow, Dust, Cherotic Revolutionary, Cotyledon, Buckle &, Iodine, Snakeskin (England), The Melic Review, Freewheelin’ (England), Pitchfork, Poet Lore, Spillway, Kimera, Thema, Kumquat Meringue, Lonzie’s Fried Chicken, Both Sides Now, Electric Acorn (Dublin), Gin Bender, Blue Unicorn, Black Dirt, The Spirit that Moves Us, Wind, Red Rock Review, BlazeVox, Concrete Wolf, Memphis Magazine, Rhino, Visions International, others. He has a chapbook of poems, Piecework, from the Wing and a Wheel Press. I have work in the anthologies Full Court: A Literary Anthology of Basketball (Breakaway Books), Pocket Parenting Poetry Guide (Pudding Press), Intimate Kisses: The Poetry of Sexual Pleasure (New World Press) and Smashing Icons (Curious Rooms).
He won the Moonfire Poetry
Chapbook Competition 2003 and his chapbook, Chin-Chin in Eden,
has just been published by Still Waters Press. Another chapbook, Dark on
Purpose, is just out from Little Poem Press.
One of his short stories was chosen for the 2002 edition of New Stories from the South: The Year’s Best , edited by Shannon Ravenel.
His novel-in-dialogue, Talk, was published by Livingston Press in 2002. Raves from Lee Smith, Robert Olen Butler, Steve Stern, Debra Spark, Suzanne Kingsbury, Frederick Barthelme and John Grisham. His forthcoming novel, We are Billion-Year-Old Carbon, is also from Livingston Press.
He's been a book reviewer (for
The Commercial Appeal, BookPage, The Memphis Flyer), fiction editor,
university press sales rep, grant committee judge, father and son. With his
wife he owns Burke’s Book Store, one of the country’s oldest (1875) and best
independent bookstores.
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