Reading "Jerusalem", I love Alan Moore's often flamboyant prose:
"She walked now with the water on her right and the broad swathe of Beckett's Park beyond, its old pavilion tinted lime by moss, its benches, bushes and its public lavs, trees scorched by autumn starting to catch fire.  The river's mirror-ribbon ran below the dark reach of the overhanging boughs, reflecting shattered umber, cloudy sage, torn scraps of sky in peacock blue beneath the medalled shimmer of its rippled breast."

But he employs many styles that are sometimes descriptive of the way ghosts, prostitutes, medieval monks and others might see the world.  The world that is "the boroughs" of Northampton.