Stevie

Me Ma stamps on tar, she crumbles, when he buys the car, no pine needles nor hay, bursts upon them like lovers, home or away, he’s crossed the arc, just trouble, right from the off, to sail on blue waves, a ship for a mother, is what he craves, he's ruined her heart, my girl says 'i wonder, where did that start? not far away, love always hungers, for trips on the train, I still hear me Da, laughing like a juggler, happy he’s not barred, our house full of rumour.