It was a I had This room was in the middle of a plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows At the side of the bed were cushions
Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed across desert As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin These ships always full of people facing windows And find their problems seem like a day's work Following deep tracks, the kept passing by
Came to an unmanned sort of Stood on the in no water [ ? ] it's doors And one by one the ships to the sand And sailed off in directions across the desert The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect
I watched seven or 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 their But suspected I would end up back Or a place so similar I wouldn't be able to tell the difference
I can't in this bed anymore like a padded 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 long we'd 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 match the unmatched plates (the sun sets in the west) (I really really don't want to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we each night) (you made me do it) Steamy glass-pane window (we only travel 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 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, gingham ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing told us we were) (unconscious fell) (we somehow managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)