A Graveyard [to be named later]

Look past the farmer,
The melodrama paraded in front yards.
The bizarre occurrences offer assurances
That those people are just country folk.
“she’s alright”, “he’s a good bloke”.
Ha! It’s just one big fucking joke
after another.

Another street full of shopping trolleys.
Another treeless sunset.
This place is just a graveyard
To be named later.
Another house full of drunkards.
Another for sale sign.
This place is just slowly sinking down
To be found later.

Invite an angered look,
For some reason or another you walking
Is a metaphor for something more.
Fallen onto a rusty stake -
A deliberate mistake.
It stops you from breaking
And the burning orange stain
Burns deep, and oxidises.

Another frontyard-slash-junkyard.
Another treeless sunset.
This place is just a graveyard
To be named later.