White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine

He Passes, Struck By The Stare Of Truculent Wellington But In The Convex Mirror Grin Unstruck The Bonham Eyes And Fatchuck Cheekchops Of Jollypoldy The Rixdix Doldy.

He Thought That He Was Sick In His Heart If You Could Be Sick In That Place.

The Heaventree Of Stars Hung With Humid Nightblue Fruit.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

There's No Police Like Holmes.