Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

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

the recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian
their backs against the sun
laughing the sounds of sheets of metal
splashing the naked
with wild bikinis and the fragrance
of
and

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

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

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

i get up and away
i never even knew this was here
the twirling music, the games, the
commune living sucks
these panthers suck
these harmonica
all go back 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 wanted to. I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old school bus. That was
horrible. There were three of them. I can't 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 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 maybe he'll like you. And of course you've been saying no, no, don't . Or but not pushing too much. Because you're just a little
girl really, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you want someplace to sleep.

That's what it's like when you run away home.
Lots of people rape you. And you'll let them. Just 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 happens to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You this only happens in stories?
Look 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 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. that sam i am
sam i am. i do not that sam i am.

now i could no say get down here and eat this sweet me than i could
swallow a fighter
or write on the walls in blood
or wear the victims on my head
or row a boat across the ocean again

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

eating alone
and no one
or every ones
and is coming
i could never bring to reality now
is cracked by the blows of terrible
men and nights with teeth
snapping at the air
i
and all things now
take inside my many layered

my
my
are

did you go
when things bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in bathroom all night.
you crying
you were to me like a baby
you were gone, man,
you kept getting in the bath
and getting out and letting the run out
and then getting in
and all food i made
it was all over the in the kitchen
and there was a wave
and the waves very, very high
and the dogs were turning carrots
and the valentines were melting
and neon
where places pave the road
the winding road through park
that still
your naked
the bed you
stupid lamps
your echoes
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you loved me

where did you go?i knew you 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 they
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 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 onto sunset and you left me there in a second day turkey. and all i can think of i philadelphia cheese steak
sandwich cheesesteak sandwich.

cheese steak and every time i think 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.