It was a I had This was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls gone but the doors and windows remained At the side of the bed were soft
Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed this desert As they passed, their huge disappearing into a thin line These were always full of people facing windows And sometimes find their problems seem like a day's Following tracks, the boats kept passing by
to an unmanned sort of harbour Stood on the sand in no [ ? ] it's doors And one by one the ships to the sand And sailed off in different across the desert The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect
I watched seven or eight of drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the within them never differed I thought following any of these ships to the end of their journey But suspected I end up back here Or a place so similar that I wouldn't be able to tell the
I sleep 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 of smoke, an empty 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 sets in the west) (I really really really don't to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we 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 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, mustard (where we going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy (a vague sense 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)