Oh sad
drivel said sad drivel
 Sad
 Return again through
Barren nights
   Stupidly
    Stacked
Everywhere
  Returning
 Broken and
    Bullet creased
Dire in the
  Dead streets of
 Memnonic devices
Watching the clouds
Over head
 Till sand rushes out
 Sand of a thousand eyes
Sand of a thousand tongues
  Talking incessantly
Talking
Drizzling
  A thousand times a thousand
Times ten thousand more
Containers of pennies and handkerchiefs
  Left in the sand
Waiting for godot
Waiting for Dune
Waiting for archimbaldo
And his vegetable head
 Waiting for a ticket
 To get on a train
 And get out of here