"I want to paint the world yellow..."

I want to paint the world yellow

and yell at

the top of my lungs

from the rooftops in tongues…

Hereafter,

I want to catch laughter

by its tail,

unveil-

ing

spring

by pulling a thread of its dress.

I want to learn to caress

the lips

that lisp

words of passion

and ash

my cigarette on the stone-cold by-line,--

on the evening skyline.