his goal in life was to be an echo (radiotower) wrote in snuffboxpoetics,
his goal in life was to be an echo

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[ed. note: yeah, it has a disclaimer.  fucked if i know or care.]

his symphony is primarily
the sound of glasses
half-full of vodka
tipping over,

and hitting the floor.

the squelch of liquid
spreads out connivingly
across the floorboards,
whispers accompanied
by the beginning of his tinkling laughter
like things shattering,

giggles up to
the ceiling,
a waterfall in backward motion,
heard less than felt:

(& her eye quivers gently
releasing an
applause of tears.)
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