I love the sound of breaking glass,
As something has gone wrong.
I love the impact the sound invokes,
-This startling does not take long.
I love how glass shards shoot and fly,
Like comets 'cross a midnight sky.
With a tinkling, screaming song.
The dustpan is a staid importer,
Of broken glass least once a quarter.
Diamonds studded among the dust,
Down the drain if not so fussed.
I love the sound of breaking glass.
Because something's gone wrong.
It wakes me up,