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 of the bed were soft cushions
Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks into a thin line These ships always full of people facing windows And sometimes find their problems like a day's work deep tracks, the boats kept passing by
Came to an sort of harbour Stood on the sand in no [ ? ] 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 ships in perfect time
I seven or eight of these drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the people within them differed I thought about following any of these ships to the end of journey But suspected I would end up back Or a place so that I wouldn't be able to tell the difference
I can't in this bed anymore It's a padded cell The sheets are too [ ? ] A man of your I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked to the window Climbed on the And out I wasn't I I can fly
A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an egg
Roses north (I don't how long we'd been waiting) A front room (endless hours, weeks, even) Lino, yellow formica (we know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't to do this) Unmatched to match the unmatched plates (the sun in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we started each night) (you 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) Chewy chop (nobody knew where we were) (a dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, (where we were going) (I bent, reached) chips, bendy fork (a vague sense of direction) (swang open) Polyester, gingham ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing told us we were) (unconscious fell) (we always somehow managed to a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)