Lines from JACK CHAPTER SIX:
the wine that chased it

When they'd finished with black bread-and the wine that chased it-
a salad of flowers-wine chased it-cheese and field peas- and the wine
that chased them-

the hostess
put
a blue
wool blanket behind
the golden harp
giving a
background
to its vibrating pictures. "It's easier to see
like this
in the open, here-don't
you think?"
It was, they nodded. And wine
chased the nods.
Solomon told his wife-
"Apple Jack big-whispers, 'hello.'

Jack looked up. He knew they meant
the small giant-no larger than an apple tree
in a chicken yard-who traveled with Tall Poignyance and
Grinning Littleman. They had to mean the little giant
Jack himself had wrestled, years ago now. So,
he was called Apple Jack, was he, the one
who had tricked Jack into "winning" his own stash
of this wine? Then Tall had laid the giant skin,
as deliberately as you'd fasten a doll's button,
across Jack's old mule's back. The long gone
soft loud liquid unfolding, filling the giant skin's
new contours, sounded right there in this present night
beside him, right beside his ear. See,
the wine had him already.
The laughing tears would start shortly.