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
ships like ocean liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin These ships were always full of facing windows And sometimes their problems seem like a day's work Following deep tracks, the kept passing by
Came to an unmanned sort of Stood on the sand in no [ ? ] lowered doors And one by one the ships to the sand And sailed off in different across the desert The carrier was then refilled ships arriving in perfect time
I watched or eight of these drop-offs And realised the process, the and the people within them never differed I thought about following any of ships to the end of their journey But suspected I would end up here Or a place so similar that I be able to tell the difference
I can't sleep in this bed It's like a cell The are too tight [ ? ] A man of success I'm of it
[ ? ] over to the window Climbed on the And out I wasn't I I can fly
A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an egg
Roses (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) A front room (endless hours, weeks, even) Lino, yellow (we didn't know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't to do this) Unmatched to match the plates (the sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we each night) (you made me do it) Steamy 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 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 us where we were) (unconscious fell) (we somehow managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)