It was a I had This was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the and windows remained At the side of the bed were cushions
Two-dimensional ships ocean liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a line ships were always full of people facing windows And sometimes find their problems seem like a work deep tracks, the boats kept passing by
Came to an unmanned of harbour Stood on the in no water [ ? ] lowered it's And one by one the ships descended to the And off in different directions across the desert The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect
I watched or eight of these drop-offs And the process, the ships and the people within them never differed I about following any of these ships to the end of their journey But I would end up back here Or a place so similar I wouldn't be able to tell the difference
I can't in this bed anymore It's a padded cell The are too tight [ ? ] A man of your I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked to the window on the window-ledge And out I wasn't I I can fly
A quiff, a of smoke, an empty egg
Roses (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) A front (endless hours, weeks, years even) Lino, yellow (we didn't know) of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't want to do this) Unmatched to the unmatched plates (the sun sets 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 travel at night) (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 where we were) (a letter dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, (where we were going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (a vague of direction) (swang open) Polyester, gingham ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing us where we were) (unconscious fell) (we always managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)