First time I traveled with the circus of words
each one seemed longer than before
meaning got lost in stale air
once the clowns left town.
I remember standing on a stage
staring up at words stuck on a ceiling
like those in throat
as the critics booed
which made it possible to be mutual
hiss right back.
So here is, minus images
a reflection of younger days
when being not so correct
proved words were more powerful
than invading higher minds.