It was a I had room 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 like ocean liners sailed this desert As passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin line These ships were always full of facing windows And sometimes find their problems like a day's work Following tracks, the boats kept passing by
to an unmanned sort of harbour Stood on the sand in no [ ? ] lowered doors And one by one the descended to the sand And off in different directions across the desert The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in time
I watched seven or eight of drop-offs And the process, the ships and the people within them never differed I thought following any of these ships to the end of their journey But I would end up back here Or a place so similar that I wouldn't be to tell the difference
I sleep in this bed anymore It's a padded cell The sheets are too [ ? ] A man of your I'm of it
[ ? ] over to the window Climbed on the And out I scared I I can fly
A quiff, a of smoke, an empty egg
Roses north (I know how long we'd been waiting) A front room (endless hours, weeks, even) Lino, formica (we didn't know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, 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 could travel at night) (bang bang bang on the door) Warped door, embassy no. 6 ashtray (we would conceal ourselves in the light `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) Chewy chop (nobody where we were) (a letter dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, mustard (where we going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (a vague 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)