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 drunk laying against the table
pushing these into the airless beach
waving these flags as i murmur the recipes of prayers to the
and the in bikinis pumping iron against the sun

the recipes of semitic vendors, vendors
their backs against the sun
laughing the sounds of sheets of metal
splashing the pharisees
with wild bikinis and the soft
of
and

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

i of cher
she came to us in
and she was fluently
her language
and she was in high syrian rags
her had white powder on it and there were
little brown moons beneath her
and i saw her
an arabic women parading naked
powerful, but still after all
it the old egyptian way
with sparkling and force

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

i get up and away
i never knew this stuff was here
the twirling music, the games, the
commune living sucks
these black suck
these players
should all go back to the
canada, new jersey, where they 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 band in an old school bus. That was pretty
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 not being 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 maybe he'll like you. And of course you've been 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 just want to sleep.

That's what it's when you run away from home.
of people will rape you. And you'll let them. Just to have a place to sleep.
The thing was, after they fucked me, and all this juice all over my thighs, 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 think this only happens in
behind you.

Still i liked the of being assertive. I liked 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 didn't really want him that he won something from you that you didn't want to give him. This strategy, 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 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 down here and eat this sweet me than i
swallow a fighter
or write on the walls in blood
or the victims horns on my head
or row a boat across the atlantic again

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

eating mine
and no one
or every ones
and everyone is
i could never anything to reality now
is cracked by the blows of terrible
men and nights pointed teeth
poison at the air
i
and all things now
take place my many layered

my
my
are

did you go
when went bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in that all night.
you were
you were to me like 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 i made
it was all the walls in the kitchen
and there was a wave
and the were very, very high
and the were turning into carrots
and the valentines were beneath
and neon
where shattered places pave the
the road through echo park
that 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 knew you like that scene of girls chasing you down the street. that's why you always liked to have a 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 night street you were in a taxi cab, that's a nice image. 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 cold turkey. and all i can think of i cheese steak
sandwich philadelphia sandwich.

philadelphia 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.