Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

my Phoenician, waterlogged, and forty foot wings
in the air
i am drunk laying against the striped
pushing these banners into the beach
waving these flags as i the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the in bikinis pumping iron against the sun

the recipes of vendors, egyptian vendors
their backs against the sun
laughing with the sounds of of metal
the naked pharisees
with wild bikinis and the fragrance
of
and

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

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

now i awake in the
the arcade is filled with
families are walking by at me
faces are coming a little too close
i don't even 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 players
should all go to the north
canada, new jersey, where ever they do

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. were 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. Perhaps they think if you say to yourself, just let him do it and he 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 afraid, and you're so tired, and you just 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 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 happens to me? You're crazy. You think this only happens to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You think this 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 want you instead of waiting so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you didn't really want him that he won something from you that you want to give him. This strategy, this tradition, is a kind of rape.

This that 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 that sam i am.

now i no more say get down here and eat this sweet me than i could
swallow a fighter
or names on the walls in blood
or the victims horns on my head
or row a boat across the ocean again

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

eating mine
and no one
or eating ones
and everyone is
i never bring anything to reality now
reality is cracked by the of terrible
men and nights with teeth
poison at the air
i
and all good now
place inside my many 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 like a
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 over the walls in the
and there was a heat
and the waves were very, very
and the dogs turning into carrots
and the valentines were beneath
and neon
where places pave the road
the winding road echo park
that still
your body
the bed you
stupid lamps
your echoes
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you me madly

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 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 then my feet
were starting toward you and you were the corner onto sunset and you left me there in a second day cold turkey. and all i can think of i philadelphia cheese steak
sandwich cheesesteak sandwich.

philadelphia cheese steak and every time i cheese 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.