Loud As Ears - Kelly Joe Phelps

Old dark ruby coats his throat

Gloves a feathered mind

Sharpens up her fountain pen

Lay ink down along the table

Plaintive, brickyard textbook line

Whips her fable down

As long as she’s able

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’s able

As long as she is able

Just as long as she’s able

As long, as long as she is able

Now 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 and she won’t sew

Talking never stops, no

Not as long as she’s able

Not as long as she is able

Not as long as she is able

Not as long

The next day holds a smell to it

Permeates the house

Marches into each cold room

Stands as long as Sunday

Preaches loud as elder ears

Year’s they’ll rectify

As long as they are able

Just as long as they are able

As long as they’re able