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Mar 2010
I Hear.....

The whirrr of the A/C on the rooftop.

The naked man standing on the intake.

Strings tied from fingers to genitals.

Performing a perverted puppet show.

His sickness being pulled down.

Filtered and piped through the building.

I hear the soft hiss of the vents.

Softly pumping his madness.

Into the rooms of the sleeping.

The whirrr of the A/C stops.

The men in their beds.

now ***** ,rolling over.

Partners still asleep, take a deep breath.

Pressing ***** against the firmness..

I hear everything...
By Zach Barber
Written by
Zach R. Barber
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