It was a I had This was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows At the side of the bed soft cushions
Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed this desert As they passed, huge bulks disappearing into a thin line These ships were always full of people windows And sometimes find their seem 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 sailed off in different directions across the The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in time
I watched or eight of these drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the within them never differed I thought about following any of these 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 tell the
I can't sleep in bed anymore It's like a padded The are too tight [ ? ] A man of your I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked over to the Climbed on the And out I wasn't I I can fly
A quiff, a of smoke, an empty egg
north (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) A room (endless hours, weeks, years even) Lino, yellow (we didn't know) Lots of milky tea (only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I want to do this) Unmatched to the unmatched plates (the sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) chairs (this is where we started each night) (you made me do it) Steamy glass-pane window (we could only travel at night) (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 knew we were) (a letter dropped to the floor) Toasted cob, mustard (where we going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, bendy (a vague sense of direction) (swang open) Polyester, gingham ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing us where we were) (unconscious fell) (we always somehow managed to a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)