My Sex

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