Ode to Friday: Milligan

We have cracked the midnight glass
And loosed the racketing star-crazed
night into the room.
The blind harp sings in late fire-light,
Your hand is decked with white promises.
What wine is this?
There are squirrels chasing in my glass,
Good God! I’m pissed!

~ Onos by Spike Milligan (India, England, Woy Woy) from the collection, Small Dreams of a Scorpion



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