It was a I had This room was in the of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and remained At the side of the bed were cushions
ships like ocean liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks into a thin line These ships were always full of people facing 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 in no water [ ? ] it's doors And one by one the ships descended to the And sailed off in different directions across the The carrier was then with ships arriving in perfect time
I watched seven or eight of drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the people them never differed I thought about following any of these to the end of their journey But suspected I would end up back Or a place so similar that I wouldn't be able to the difference
I sleep in this bed anymore It's like a cell The are too tight [ ? ] A man of your I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked to the window Climbed on the And out I scared I I can fly
A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an egg
north (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) A front (endless hours, weeks, years even) Lino, yellow formica (we know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I want to do this) to match the unmatched plates (the sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) Straight-backed chairs (this is where we started each night) (you 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 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, (where we were going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy (a vague sense 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)