Send

me off

and give me

magazine

copies

of open spaces

and open ends

distant

diverted from the medicine

and our own ends

that we're seeing



white white walls

and hospitals

all of us feel trivial

relative

tenative and waitin

for all those

white white walls

and hospitals

all of us feel trivial

paper thin

tenative and waitin



for just another day of no answers

and no

promises in the night time

but in the meantime

fuckin hospitals and medicine

stand towering and cold

and power



white white walls

and hospitals

all of us feel trivial

relative

tenative and waitin

for all those

white white walls

and hospitals

all of us feel trivial

paper thin

tenative and waitin

paper thin

tenative and waitin!



send me out there!

to the tower now

hospitals and

their medicine