MY SEX
Thu. September 2, 2004Categories: Abstract Dynamics
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walking down the street – kicking cans/ looking at the Billboard – oh so bland/summing up the people – checking out the race/doing what I’m doing – feeling out of place. walking/walking – in the rain. feeling like a woman – looking like a man/ sounding like a “no-no” – making what I can/ singing in the darkness – shining in the night/ he coming conclusion – right isn’t right. walking/ walking – in the rain. come in all you jesters! – enter all you fools/ sit down “no-no” – old girl fools/ trip the light fantastic – dance the spiral hips/ coming conclusion – gotten off your lips | 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. |