J A C Q U I    H O D G E

intro | poet index 

Which Reality

Twilight coagulates into night,
Music slides and coils
                                    Slips and rolls,
On the dance floor
                                    black crows flap,
Quiet vocalised rumble
                                    penetrates the alcoholic
haze,
Serpents love whiskey bars
                                    they reign supreme
Packed in bubble prayer
                                    anaesthetised,
I slip down the stairs
                                    into a vast starless night,
home of every dark thought,
Is this the final night?
                                    where I fight off the
Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse single
handed,

T.V sheds blue light from the corner where it
crouches,
Mouse coloured newsman reads headlines from
the world outside,
‘Axis of evil
‘Iraq has never amassed weapons of mass
destruction’
‘My car lifted off the ground
                                                the sky was full of
blood
‘In China it is the year of the monkey.’