Your Voice the Ravenously Casual Sky

There you are again astringent oracle

Shaking those incandescent bells you keep

Roped around your neck those rowdy bells

As radiant as your eyes when hard water

Melts and you are always a little too young

For me to understand always raining or

Snowing when the air is clear and April 
Is at the door which could mean summer 
Might not come before disgusted roots
Begin to cough maybe your arms feel thin 
This year maybe you remind me that you 
Understand me better than I do you O my 
Insistent friend my lines are brittle ice and 
As pale as your gloriously mean mauve tongue!