My sex
Waits for me
Like a mongrel waits
Downwind on a
tight rope leash
My sex
Is a fragile acrobat
Sometimes I'm a
novocaine shot
Sometimes I'm an automat
My sex
Is often solo
Sometimes it short
circuits then
Sometimes it's a golden glow
My sex
Is invested in
Suburban photographs
Skyscraper shadows
on a carcrash
overpass
My sex
Is savage, tender
It wears no future faces
Owns just random gender
My sex
Has a wanting wardrobe
I still explore
Of all the bodies I
knew and those I
want to know
My sex
Is a spark of electro flesh
Leased from the tick of time
And geared for synchromesh
My sex
Is an image lost
in faded films
A neon outline
On a high-rise overspill
My sex
(Repeat and fade)
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