Christopher Scherer

Someone slams you down
And life gets colder.
Then, someone else
Puts a hand on your shoulder.
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A bloom grown alone
Has as much grace and beauty
As sweet bouquets own.
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Stars on the sidewalks;
Bums sleeping in the alleys,
Such is Hollywood.
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I need to build a stone-cold wall
Encircling my yard.
Eight feet tall (with broken glass)
And rock burned cruel and hard.
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Within us all there lurks a being
That's seldom heard and rarely seen.
He slinks in the brain,
Below and behind, a fragile veneer
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Madness isn't catching, it's only rising to the
Plagiarized insanity, blinking from the bridges:
a jumper. gone.
Leaning on a ledge, leering twelve-stories down
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As we move throughout our sad lives,
Lived with love and pain and sorrow,
Recall - the - unfortunate few
Who will never have tomorrow.
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Please don't make my poor dead bones
A World Soil Bank deposit,
When they could find a better home
As a skeleton in someone's closet.
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