I love the idea of breaking glass,
a cartoon shattering, a dust pan and brush
tinkle-tinkle, sweep, sweep, sweep,
long meditations on wind chimes,
watching the footy, an old movie,
passing the popcorn, and kissing you wet
through the unconvincing commercials.
I like the visual of dynamited buildings,
Towers falling to the ground, elegantly,
gracefully, shamelessly, whatever - but there is always
a lot of dust, debris, footprints, an occasional casualty,
and ever so many things to do,
and under running feet, a film crew,
trying to take footage of what is not there anymore.
Sweep, sweep, sweep. The broom is behind the door.

Comments
Ewan | March 23, 2008 - 08:57
Quirky, strangely compelling, I loved the 'Blaster Bates' towers tumbling; very televisual. Isn't it strange how when you see video footage of such things they fall in slow-motion, although it's realtime VTR?
I found the last line unsettling... Why I couldn't possibly say; save as a man, perhaps I fear the broom lying in wait for me. :-)
Ewan
littleditty | March 23, 2008 - 14:48
Thanks Ewan -great comment - yeah brooms...cleaning house poem -it's Spring!