it had fallen from the first floor but he had never liked Wagner
his body fell in the shape of a broken *******
funny that blood ebbed into the snow
below his head like a badly drawn map of Ceylon
she had been throwing her boyfriend's belongings ...out...out...out!
clothes Wagner an etc. of her anger
the Wagner was barely scratched
but the phonograph was completely kaput
there was more blood than damage done
the enraged young lady went on to meet and marry a postman who adored Cesar Frank
no one knows or cares what happen to the chap who owned the discarded possessions
the poor passer-by-in-time recovered and went on to write poetry though
he had never written poetry before funny that
He never tired of telling of his great escape when drunk
indeed he had been very drunk that day
didn't know what happened to him
it never ceased to annoy him when he wasn't believed
"Yeah yeah...sure sure!" after that he never liked music
*
The phonograph missed up by an inch otherwise he would have been dead but the Wagner record skimmed him just at the hairline so producing an inordinate amount of blood before settling on a bank of snow without even a scratch.
I had asked her how she had met her husband and she started telling me this tale and I thought she had married the guy she nearly clobbered but not a bit of it! She had got rid of " 'orrible boyfriend" and all his things through the window and the passerby was just collateral damage. She disliked Wagner and " 'orrible boyfriend" and the neighbour on the top floor came down to see if she was ok and that was that. Out with the old and ring on the finger for the new. She had heard him play Frank's Symphony in D minor in that long snowy month. So you could say she chucked Wagner for Frank.
The passerby boy was just unlucky is all and in time came to write a poem about it. Whenever he got drunk he would recall it all. They all knew it happened as there were actually eyewitnesses to the event but they would pretend to not believe him which drove him mad and to another drink.