Aug 01 2008
Onos
Onos
We’ve 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!
- Spike Milligan
