Rust Garden

a beer balanced on his poked out belly hunch,
in his hand sits a roll all meat and bread for lunch,
taken only 1 bite but the dog steals the rest,
snoring he sleeps with sweat under his breast,
on his verandah he maintains without heart,
sitting nearby with the odd engine part,
while out in front his rust garden he grew,
brown and black car parts to be his perfect view,
grass grows around it but turns brown also,
his family watched as each part started to grow,
the rain falls down eating into the metal more,
as he hoarded the parts like a uncovered car yard store,
puddles of oil and grease in each hole,
as sometimes he wonders if some others stole,
who would steal rusted crap laying outside,
as his best parts he says are in the garage to hide.