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 striped
pushing banners into the airless beach
waving flags as i murmur the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the pharisees in bikinis pumping iron the sun

the of semitic vendors, egyptian vendors
shaking backs against the sun
laughing with the of sheets of metal
the naked pharisees
with wild bikinis and the soft
of
and

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

i of cher
she came to us in
and she was fluently
her language
and she was dressed in syrian rags
her face had white powder on it and were
brown moons beneath her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic women around naked
powerful, irreverent but still all
doing it the old way
with clothes and force

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

i get up and walk
i even knew this stuff was here
the music, the games, the money
this commune living
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. That was
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 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 you've 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 it's like when you run away from home.
Lots of will 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 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 stories?
Look you.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I liked the idea of 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 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 kind of rape.

This idea that men are suppose to win you, that you are suppose to be aloof, is a small but significant 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 here and eat sweet me than i could
swallow a bull
or names on the walls in blood
or wear the victims horns on my
or row a boat across the atlantic ocean

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

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

my
my
are

did you go
when went bad, anyway?
i sat you in that bathroom all night.
you crying
you were talking to me a baby
you were gone, man,
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 wave
and the waves were very, very
and the were turning into carrots
and the valentines were beneath
and neon
where shattered places pave the
the winding road echo park
echoes still
your body
the bed you
stupid lamps
your body
the last
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 very hip car, because it was that they
you in the right car, and i was not about to chase you.

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

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