Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty wings
in the air
i am drunk laying against the striped
pushing these into the airless beach
waving these flags as i murmur the recipes of to the vendors
and the pharisees in bikinis pumping against the sun

the recipes of semitic vendors, vendors
shaking their against the sun
laughing with the sounds of of metal
splashing the naked
with wild bikinis and the soft
of
and

i walk on the beach looking for a to sleep
My are hidden beneath my sailing skin
i am broke and up and i fall in the sand
and sleeping in the warm cradle of a rocks

i dreamed of
she came to us in
and she was fluently
her true
and she was dressed in high rags
her face had powder on it and there were
little brown moons her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic women parading naked
powerful, irreverent but after all
doing it the old way
with sparkling clothes and

now i in the afternoon
the arcade is filled children
families are walking by at me
faces are coming a little too close
i don't even remember if i have on any

i get up and walk
i never knew this stuff was here
the twirling music, the games, the
commune living sucks
these panthers suck
these harmonica
should all go to the north
canada, new jersey, where ever they do

II.

I abandon the old way when i first got to san diego. I fucked anybody i to. I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them. I remember if i got the third on e off me. I think i did. I was so ashamed.

Perhaps people think if you don't scream you're not being raped. Perhaps they think if you say to yourself, let him do it and he won't hurt you. Or even more
provocative, just let him do it and maybe he'll like you. And of you've been saying no, no, don't . Or pushing but not pushing too much. Because you're just a little
girl really, and afraid, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.

That's what like when you run away from home.
Lots of people will rape you. And you'll let them. to have a place to sleep.
The thing was, after they me, and all this juice all over my thighs, they didn't even let me sleep there.
You think this only happens to me? You're crazy. You think this only to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You think this only happens in stories?
behind you.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I the idea of free love in san diego. i liked the idea of saying i want you instead of waiting around so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you really want him that he won something from you that you didn't want to give him. This strategy, this tradition, is a kind of rape.

This idea that men are suppose to win you, that you are suppose to be aloof, is a small but significant dramatization of rape. I do not like it. not one bit. sam i am that
sam i am. i do not like sam i am.

now i could no more say get here and eat this sweet me than i could
a bull fighter
or names on the walls in blood
or wear the victims horns on my
or row a boat the atlantic ocean again

and though sometimes i am at the desk, or
at a eating dinner
and there is one, some slave, or some anything

eating alone
and no one
or eating ones
and everyone is
i could bring anything to reality now
reality is by the blows of terrible
men and nights with teeth
poison at the air
i
and all things now
take place inside my many

my
my
are

did you go
when things went bad,
i sat beside you in bathroom all night.
you crying
you were to me like a baby
you were gone, man,
you just getting in the bath
and getting out and letting the run out
and getting in again
and all that food i
it was all over the in the kitchen
and there was a heat
and the were very, very high
and the dogs were turning carrots
and the valentines were beneath
burrito and
where shattered places pave the
the winding road through park
that echoes
your body
the bed you
those stupid
body echoes
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you loved me

where did you go?i knew you like that scene of girls chasing you down the street. that's why you always liked to have a very hip car, because it was important that
chase you in the right car, and i was not about to you.

i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia chasing you down the night street you were in a taxi cab, a nice image. then the japanese girl. but then my feet
were starting toward you and you were turning the corner onto sunset and you left me there in a second day turkey. and all i can think of i philadelphia cheese steak
philadelphia cheesesteak sandwich.

philadelphia cheese steak and every time i think steak i see all this wet cheese and steak.
Here comes the parade! Look! it comes!
I let you go.
I let you go. You to rip girls. I had to let you go.