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 the striped table
these banners into the airless beach
waving these as i murmur the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the in bikinis pumping iron against the sun

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

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

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

now i in the afternoon
the arcade is filled with
families are walking by at me
pre-pubescent are coming a little too close
i even remember if i have on any underwear

i get up and walk
i never even knew this was here
the music, the games, the money
this commune sucks
these black suck
these harmonica
should all go to the north
canada, new jersey, where ever do that

II.

I abandon the old way when i first got to san diego. I fucked anybody i wanted to. I was, however, gang by a blues band in an old school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them. I can't 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 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 been saying no, no, don't . Or pushing 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.

what it's like when you run away from home.
Lots of people will rape you. And you'll let them. Just to have a to sleep.
The thing was, after they fucked me, and all this juice all my thighs, they didn't even let me sleep there.
You think this happens to me? You're crazy. You think this only happens to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You think 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 you instead of waiting around so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you didn't really want him that he won something from you that you didn't want to give him. This strategy, this tradition, is a of rape.

This idea 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 that
sam i am. i do not like sam i am.

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

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

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

my
my
are

did you go
when things went bad,
i sat beside you in that all night.
you crying
you were talking to me a baby
you gone, man, gone
you kept getting in the bath
and out and letting the water run out
and then getting in
and all food i made
it was all the walls in the kitchen
and there was a heat
and the waves were very, very
and the dogs were into carrots
and the were melting beneath
and neon
where shattered places pave the
the winding through echo park
that still
your naked
the bed you
stupid lamps
your body
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. why you always liked to have a very hip car, because it was important that they
you in the right car, and i was not about to chase you.

i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia chasing you down the night street you were in a taxi cab, that's a nice image. then the 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 cold turkey. and all i can 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.
comes the parade! Look! Here it comes!
I let you go.
I let you go. You to rip girls. I had to let you go.