many lights orderlies to and fro
the breath of climate control machinery
stained glass glowing impotent
platitudes gilded vanished healer
shuffling feeble institutions
there should be more love
smoking in the thunderstorm
do you believe in god? karma?
the ankh the elements the cathedral
taste of tapwater/chicken kebabs
there should be more love
we can organize it better eliminate
the stigma orderlies to and fro
eyes slightly wide
in the bathroom mirror i can’t cope
without you modern ecce homo/crucifixion
i’ve been in hospital five times
let’s move together towards psychotopia
there should be more
love orderlies to and fro
quiet sigh of air conditioning
there should be more
