And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms
all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love
In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
My advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.