It was a I had This room was in the of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and windows At the side of the bed were cushions
Two-dimensional ships like liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge disappearing into a thin line ships were always full of people facing windows And sometimes find problems seem like a day's work Following deep tracks, the kept passing by
to an unmanned sort of harbour Stood on the sand in no [ ? ] it's 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 realised the process, the ships and the within them never differed I thought about following any of these ships to the end of their But suspected I 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 like a padded The sheets are too [ ? ] A man of success I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked to the window Climbed on the And out I scared 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 formica (we 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 started each night) (you me do it) glass-pane 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, (where we were going) (I bent, reached) Crinkly-cut chips, fork (a vague sense of direction) (swang open) Polyester, pink ([ ? ]) (cracked my head) (nothing told us we were) (unconscious fell) (we always somehow to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (licking my dick)