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 table
pushing banners into the airless beach
waving these flags as i murmur the recipes of to the vendors
and the pharisees in bikinis iron against the sun

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

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

i of cher
she to us in babylon
and she was fluently
her true
and she was dressed in syrian rags
her face had white on it and there were
little brown moons beneath her
and i saw her
an arabic women parading naked
powerful, but still 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
faces are coming a little too close
i don't even remember if i on any underwear

i get up and walk
i never even knew this was here
the twirling music, the games, the
this living sucks
black panthers 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 raped by a blues band in an old school bus. was pretty
horrible. There only 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. they think if you say to yourself, just let him do it and he won't hurt you. Or even more
provocative, let him do it and maybe 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
really, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.

That's it's like when you run away from home.
Lots of people will you. And you'll let them. Just to have a place to sleep.
The thing was, after they fucked me, and all this all over my thighs, they didn't even let me sleep there.
You think this only 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?
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 you instead of waiting around so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you didn't really want him that he won something 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 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 that sam i am.

now i could no more say get down and eat this sweet me than i could
swallow a fighter
or names 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 eating dinner
and there is some one, slave, or some anything

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

my
my
are

did you go
when went bad, anyway?
i sat you in that bathroom all night.
you crying
you were to me like a baby
you gone, man, gone
you just kept in the bath
and getting out and letting the run out
and getting in again
and all food i made
it was all the walls in the kitchen
and was a heat wave
and the waves very, very high
and the dogs turning into carrots
and the valentines were melting
and neon
where shattered places pave the
the winding through echo park
echoes still
your naked
the bed you
those lamps
your echoes
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you loved me

where did you go?i 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 they
chase you in the right car, and i was not to chase you.

i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia chasing you 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 onto sunset and you left me in a second day cold turkey. and all i can think of i philadelphia cheese steak
philadelphia cheesesteak sandwich.

philadelphia cheese steak and every 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.