Paroles de Babelogue
Patti Smith40584
I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the
Future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and
Walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of
Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way
By the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns
That nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
With a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which
Dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental
Veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved
Covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a
Scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the
Skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees
Are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me.
In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem,
In heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I
Seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the
Scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the
Mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled
The rod. I have not sold myself to God.
InterprètePatti Smith
LabelSMI
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