In the Schizophrenics Garden
Roses are ripped from the soil
And with outstretched hands
Given to Staff
In lieu of Parents
In the Schizophrenics Garden
Plastic chairs are strewn like toys
Around a trashed bedroom
Seconds before section
In the Schizophrenics Garden
Delusions and memory
Are indistinguishable
From tired lawns and paths
In the Schizophrenics Garden
Weeds are relatives who rarely visit
Unless a flower is weak or dying
In the schizophrenics Garden
A Wisteria tendril bounces on a lip of air
Like a cliff diver arching his spine
Seconds before the leap into space
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