It was a I had This room was in the middle of a plain The were gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed soft cushions
Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners across this desert As they passed, their huge disappearing into a thin line These ships were always full of facing windows And sometimes their problems seem like a day's work Following deep tracks, the boats kept by
Came to an sort of harbour on the sand in no water [ ? ] lowered it's And one by one the ships to the sand And sailed off in different directions the desert The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in time
I watched seven or eight of these And realised the process, the ships and the people within never differed I thought about any of these ships 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 sheets are too [ ? ] A man of success I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked over to the on the window-ledge And out I scared I I can fly
A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an egg
Roses (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) A room (endless hours, weeks, years even) Lino, yellow (we didn't know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't to do this) to match the unmatched plates (the sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we started night) (you made me do it) glass-pane window (we could only travel at night) (bang bang bang on the door) Warped door, embassy no. 6 (we would conceal ourselves in the missing light `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) chop (nobody knew where we were) (a letter dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, (where we were going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, fork (a vague sense of direction) (swang open) Polyester, pink ([ ? ]) (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)