Myyour by Rd2466466

my
waits for me
like a mongrel waits
downwind on a tight rope leash

my
is a fragile acrobat
sometimes i am a novacaine shot
sometimes i am a automat

my
is often solo
sometimes it short circuits then
sometimes it's a golden glow

my
is invested in
subarban photographs
skyser shadows on a car crash over pass

my
is a savage tender
it wears no future faces
owns just random gender

my
has a wanting wardrobe
i still explore all the bodies i knew
and those i want to know

my
is a spark of elctro flesh
leased from 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