Verbal tornado
word spinning...
tale telling...
story sharing...
poems passed aloud
around circle
of friends,
and strangers.
Friendly smiles, 
  listening eyes.
If i said something, 
or wrote something...
something dripped from 
the dew off the wings 
of morning birds as
they sing songs to the new day?
Something that shined
like christmas lights in
the harbor, something 
that caused a smile 
to overcome the face
in the swiftness of passing
or un-thoughtful applause?
If i read a sentance
that seemed a dream,
a scream of a beam
of light feeling right,
words drugs, verbal hugs...
if i claimed i did all this 
because of the light in 
your eyes, in your smile...
would you believe me?
If i said i saw the 
Muse you hide there, 
slightly teasing with all you are..
If i told you that these words, 
THESE WORDS RIGHT HERE,
were inspired by this 
flashing sonic inner light
i saw while not looking,
noticed while not paying attention...
If i swore in the passionate passing
of tonight that you are as
beautiful as a forrest morning...
soothing as ocean's dawn,
   beach undisturbed by surf punk...
cute as little cuddly bunnies...
dreamy as stormy night
  while entranced by rain thru window...
If i spilled a puddle
of a poem, splashed
silly syllables splendidly
sliding south, to my paper..
for  you, 
the one hiding the Muse...
(i saw it...)
would you hear them and
know they were meant for
your ears?
Meant to slippery slide
into your mind
and cause your smile to
again erupt my inspiration
with words
  ...unstoppable rush..
	the flood
of words.
We wake to walk
and talk in early morning
like new friends on
edge of tomorrow.


-/\-  lob  1/18/98  Newport Beach, CA

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this poem appeared in the Spring 1998 issue of LIQUID OHIO,
published by A.G. Publications in Bakersfiled, California, USA.