poem: bacardi night

It’s the night
The night of the bats
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

Bottled bats
Beating their wings
Inside hard glass
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

Bats outside bottles
Wings against glass
Beating to be let in
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

In they fly
Into your nose, throat and eyes
Into your head
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

Out they fly
Untrapped words
A blur of sense
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

Hitting hard
Getting there
What? Where?
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

Rush in rush in
More more and more
Fly together with you don’t know who
It’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over

Disappear
When the lights come on
Into the night till next time
Coz it’s where the lights come on
When it’s all over