Stop-motion

From the infinitesimal
I, either-which-way, select
One moment and the next
Stop, go, stop, go it goes
Go, go, go, the illusion is
The illusion that there is no life
in twenty thousand tick-tocks,
from one look of the sun to the next,
and we say little of the dark-time hours

Watercolour blocks
In primary colours
At primary school
The dirty brush
Brushes them all
And the wash water
then becomes grey
as pigeon droppings
and the television
since the bbc killed
the technicolour girl
with the doll and
the chalk board,
left black/white sand
as grey as the sound
mistaken for droppings.