'I glimpse my last upon the city beneath, The Eye, The Shard, the foggy soot...'

'The silver streets, crying, trailing lights, drunkards singing, stomping and sloshing...'

There's always a rainbow, On the road back west...'

'I've poured myself down every lane, the seasons arrive twice again, and they're talking about war...'

'Did you moor the boat in Kentish Town?'

The everzone, ethereal netherzone....'

'Candle wax and low light flicker. Or simple talk of lovely seasons...'

'Waves of rock rolling, the Atlantic foam encouraging, propelled on the hills and islands...'

'Let's share this whatever forever, this forever, what a trip...'

'The no longer news bleaks as if in a mirror. Where left is right and right is corrected...'

'With straw hat wearing kids, long names and ear-rings in their ears...'

'An cheann corraithe, Faoiseamh faoi....'

'The green, blue, scarfed cotton and red, with wide yellow-green sunflower eyes.....'