It was a I had This was in the middle of a sandy plain The walls were gone but the doors and remained At the side of the bed soft cushions
ships like ocean liners sailed across this desert As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing a thin line These ships were always of people facing windows And sometimes their problems 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 [ ? ] it's doors And one by one the descended to the sand And sailed off in directions across the desert The carrier was then refilled with arriving in perfect time
I watched or eight of these drop-offs And realised the process, the ships and the people within never differed I thought following any of these ships to the end of their journey But suspected I would end up back Or a place so similar that I be able to tell the difference
I can't in this bed anymore like a padded cell The are too tight [ ? ] A man of success I'm of it
[ ? ] Walked to the window on the window-ledge And out I scared I I can fly
A quiff, a of smoke, an empty egg
Roses north (I don't 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 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 only travel at night) (bang bang bang on the door) Warped door, embassy no. 6 ashtray (we would conceal ourselves in the light `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) Chewy (nobody knew 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, 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)