I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Injection Moulded That Way

On This Day In History
1960: Lady Chatterly's Lover obsecenity trial ends

Quote Of The Day
"I feel as if a window has been opened and a fresh air has been blown right through England."
(Barbara Barr)

Yes, Barbara, the ubiquity of sexual imagery and profanity is so refreshing. Thank you, Mr. Lawrence. Now, welcome Mr. Ballard.

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 car crash 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
My sex

My Sex