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



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