BACK
MY TEMERARIOUS EUPHUISM
corey mesler
I took it for a walk, like
a lobster on a leash.
I took it around the block
once or twice to see
which neighbor saluted
and which went back inside.
Once out in the air
my temerarious euphuism
did not seem so outlandish
or troublesome. It seemed
almost quaint, almost a
part of the exoteric world.
Some day I may have you
over to visit with my
temerarious euphuism. It
will be alright as long as
you do not fawn or act as if
you cannot fathom what
it means. What it means
is one of the most power-
ful aspects of it of course.
Nights alone we play games
made of words, games de-
signed to inspire, to terrorize.
Even I sometimes do not follow
my temerarious euphuism.
(c) 2008 by Corey Mesler