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