Kelly

My ma stamps the tar, she crumbles, when Da buys the car, no pine needles or hay, he sings for a lover, home or away, screams he's crossed the arc, makes light of ours trouble, he's bad from the off, dancing on red tables, strewn with candles guttering, constant embers of his craving, he's ruined her heart, I say get shut, this is only the start, his crisis not far away, and love always hungers, within sight of his gaze I still see him now, beaming like a juggler, just have him barred, his name is trouble.