It was a I had This room was in the middle of a sandy The walls were gone but the doors and remained At the side of the bed were cushions
Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed across desert As they passed, their huge bulks into a thin line These ships were always full of facing windows And sometimes find their problems like a day's work deep tracks, the boats kept passing by
Came to an unmanned of harbour on the sand in no water [ ? ] it's doors And one by one the descended to the sand And sailed off in directions across the desert The carrier was then refilled with arriving in perfect time
I watched seven or of these drop-offs And realised the process, the and the people within them never differed I thought about following any of these to the end of their journey But suspected I would end up here Or a place so similar that I wouldn't be to tell the difference
I can't in this bed anymore It's like a cell The are too tight [ ? ] A man of success I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked over to the on the window-ledge And out I wasn't I I can fly
A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an egg
Roses north (I don't know how we'd been waiting) A room (endless hours, weeks, years even) Lino, formica (we didn't know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I want to do this) Unmatched to match the unmatched plates (the sun in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) chairs (this is where we started each night) (you made me do it) Steamy glass-pane window (we could only at night) (bang bang bang on the door) Warped door, embassy no. 6 ashtray (we would conceal ourselves in the missing `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) Chewy chop (nobody knew where we were) (a letter to the floor) cob, mustard (where we were going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (a vague of direction) (swang open) Polyester, gingham ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing told us we were) (unconscious fell) (we always managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)