[00:07.40]I haven't fucked much with the past,
[00:09.65]But I've fucked plenty with the future.
[00:11.15]Over the skin of silk are scars
[00:15.14]From the splinters of stations
[00:16.76]And walls I've caressed.
[00:18.01]A stage is like each bolt of wood,
[00:19.88]Like a log of Helen, is my pleasure.
[00:22.00]I would measure the success of a night
[00:25.00]By the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed
[00:27.25]I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A.
[00:30.55]Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
[00:33.17]With a skirt of green net sewed over
[00:35.61]With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.
[00:38.10]The lights were violet and white.
[00:39.79]I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it.
[00:43.47]When my hair was cropped, I craved covering,
[00:44.97]But now my hair itself is a veil,
[00:46.78]And the scalp inside is a scalp of
[00:48.52]A crazy and sleepy Comanche
[00:49.34]Lies beneath this netting of the skin.
[00:53.21]I wake up. I am lying peacefully
[00:54.95]I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.
[01:00.51]I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me.
[01:03.50]In heart I am a Moslem;
[01:05.25]In heart I am an American;
[01:07.00]In heart I am Moslem,
[01:09.37]In heart I'm an American artist,
[01:13.61]And I have no guilt.
[01:14.51]I seek pleasure.
[01:15.14]I seek the nerves under your skin.
[01:16.64]The narrow archway; the layers;
[01:18.01]The scroll of ancient lettuce.
[01:19.51]We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly,
[01:22.63]The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
[01:26.15]He spared the child and spoiled the rod.
[01:28.64]I have not sold myself to God.