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
these banners into the airless beach
waving these flags as i the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the pharisees in pumping iron against the sun

the recipes of vendors, egyptian vendors
shaking their against the sun
laughing the sounds of sheets of metal
splashing the naked
with bikinis and the soft fragrance
of
and

i walk on the beach looking for a to sleep
My arms are hidden my sailing skin
i am broke and fucked up and i fall in the
and sleeping in the warm of a billion 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 white powder on it and were
little brown moons beneath her
and i saw her
an arabic women parading naked
powerful, irreverent but still all
it the old egyptian way
with clothes and force

now i awake in the
the arcade is with children
are walking by staring at me
pre-pubescent faces are coming a too close
i don't even remember if i have on any

i get up and walk
i never even knew this was here
the twirling music, the games, the
this commune sucks
black panthers suck
these players
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 raped. Perhaps they think if you say to yourself, just let him do it and he won't hurt you. Or even more
provocative, just let him do it and he'll like you. And of course 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 it's when you run away from home.
Lots of people will rape you. And let them. Just to have a place to sleep.
The thing was, after they fucked me, and all this juice all over my thighs, they didn't even let me there.
You think this only happens to me? You're crazy. You think this only happens to who are rough? You're wrong. You think this only happens in stories?
behind you.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I liked the idea of free love in san diego. i liked the idea of saying i want you of waiting around so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you didn't 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 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. that 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 across the ocean again

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

eating alone
and no one
or eating every
and everyone is
i could never anything to reality now
reality is cracked by the blows of
men and with pointed teeth
snapping at the air
i
and all things now
place inside my many layered

my
my
are

did you go
when things bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in that all night.
you were
you were talking to me a baby
you gone, man, gone
you kept getting in the bath
and getting out and the water run out
and getting in again
and all that food i
it was all over the walls in the
and was a heat wave
and the waves were very, high
and the dogs were into carrots
and the were melting beneath
and neon
where shattered places the road
the winding road echo park
that still
naked body
the bed you
stupid lamps
your body
the last
of me you
you me.
you me madly

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

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

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