"Just to touch that suffusion, connect / And let all of the usual confusion disperse..."
"A sentence is an evil, uncanny thing..."
"This house of rusty balustrades / Sits as an echo of something better..."
"Rich ringed panacea, made to / Foot the bill of last night’s drinks..."
"When the streets should run with romance / But all I can see is the rain in these gutters..."
"Like a magpie bobbing round a looking glass / Searching for the source of the shine..."