Circus Mirages and Bad Table Etiquette

Words by Darren TYNAN

Savouring the sumptuous vowels that swim on my tongue,
This swirling soup of letters is delectably alphabetic.

I belch.

A sonorous wave of consonants refract across the room,
And in time they explode like a fragile balloon.

Regrettably mired in a swamp of thickened thought,
The letters remain static until their meanings are drawn.

So I slurp once again, to digest what is left,
And laugh as these frivolous words are born.

They clamber for attention,
Their syntax is redemption,

But how do I make sense of it all?


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