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
Two-dimensional ships like liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin These ships were always full of people facing And sometimes find their problems seem like a work Following deep tracks, the boats passing by
Came to an sort of harbour Stood on the in no water [ ? ] 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 perfect
I seven or eight of these drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the people within them 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 wouldn't be able to 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 of smoke, an empty egg
Roses north (I don't know how long we'd waiting) A front room (endless hours, weeks, even) Lino, yellow formica (we 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 (this is where we started each night) (you made me do it) Steamy glass-pane (we could only travel at night) (bang bang bang on the door) Warped door, no. 6 ashtray (we would conceal ourselves in the missing light `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) Chewy chop (nobody knew we were) (a letter dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, mustard (where we going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (a sense of direction) (swang open) Polyester, pink ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing told us we were) (unconscious fell) (we always somehow managed to keep a line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)