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