he had a mad
sort of obsession
with colliding
two pieces of music
that had very little in
common
other than noise

the dissonance was often
unreal
shrill and menacing
clashed and unfocused
like four thousand conversations
all taking place in a
shoebox
that was nailed shut by his
merciless hands

"I can't think with all this
*******
sound,"
she shrieked from the
couch one day

"Precisely, darling.
I have always measured it
that way."