Night Bus

"Weirdly wired, yet all akin in tiredness, / We sail through the night..."

Ode to Spaghetti Hoops

"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..."