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

the recipes of vendors, egyptian vendors
shaking backs against the sun
with the sounds of sheets of metal
splashing the naked
with wild and the soft fragrance
of
and

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

i dreamed of
she to us in babylon
and she was rattling
her language
and she was dressed in high rags
her face had white powder on it and were
little brown moons her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic women parading naked
powerful, irreverent but after all
it the old egyptian way
with sparkling clothes and

now i awake in the
the arcade is with children
families are by staring at me
faces are coming 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 living sucks
black panthers suck
these harmonica
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 i wanted to. I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them. I can't remember if i got the 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, . 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 what 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 fucked me, and all this juice all over my thighs, they didn't even let me there.
You 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 stories?
behind you.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I 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 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 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 could no more say get down here and eat this sweet me i could
swallow a fighter
or write on the walls in blood
or wear the victims horns on my
or row a boat across the atlantic ocean

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

eating alone
and no one
or every ones
and is coming
i could bring 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 place inside my many

my
my
are

did you go
when things bad, anyway?
i sat you in that bathroom all night.
you were
you were to me like a baby
you were gone, man,
you just kept getting in the
and getting out and the water run out
and then getting in
and all food i made
it was all over the walls in the
and there was a wave
and the waves were very, very
and the dogs were into carrots
and the valentines melting beneath
and neon
where shattered places the road
the road through echo park
that still
your body
the bed you
stupid lamps
your echoes
the last
of me you
you me.
you loved me

where did you go?i knew you like that scene of chasing you down the street. that's 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 japanese girl. but 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
sandwich philadelphia sandwich.

philadelphia cheese steak and every time i cheese steak 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.