Kelly Joe Phelps
Loud As Ears
Old dark ruby coats his throat
Gloves a feathered mind.
Sharpens up her fountain pen
Lays ink down along the table.
Plaintive, brickyard textbook line
Whips her fable down
As long as she is able.
Bang up, wave the weaver's wand,
Hand against the sky.
Day is rain so watch things grow
Light pours through her window.
Tack will need a hefty breeze
Blow as though can be
As long as she is able.
Here's a loud that turns to wail
Salvage bits of wire.
Holding history blown to hell
He'll nod off and she will sing.
He won't dream while she won't sew.
Talking never stops
Not as long as she is able.
The next day holds a smell to it
Permeates the house.
Letras de cancionesMarches into each cold room
Stands as long as Sunday.
Preaches loud as elder ears
Years they'll rectify
As long as they're able.
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