From 'the collected Poetry of Malcolm Lowry'
"Terror will pay your way through strange bazaars
Through strange bazaars, terror will pay your way
Through strange bazaars it will pay your way today
But to-morrow you must be sober and count the hours.
[possibilities listed:] Him Gwine Wax
In a Mist
Plenty off Center
Wild Bleeding Heart
Huge 5c Scribbler
Aged in Wood."
Happy Valentines Day