Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot
in the air
i am drunk laying against the table
pushing these banners into the airless
waving these 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 their against the sun
laughing the sounds of sheets of metal
splashing the pharisees
with wild and the soft fragrance
of
and

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

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

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

i get up and walk
i never even this stuff was here
the music, the games, the money
this living sucks
these black suck
these harmonica
should all go to the north
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 blues band in an old 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 you're not being raped. Perhaps they think if you say to yourself, 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, don't . Or pushing but not pushing too much. Because you're just a
girl really, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you just someplace to sleep.

That's what it's like 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 juice all over my thighs, they didn't 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?
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 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 didn't want to 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 dramatization of rape. I do not like it. not one bit. 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 this sweet me i could
swallow a fighter
or write names on the in blood
or wear the victims on my head
or row a boat across the atlantic ocean

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

eating mine
and no one
or eating every
and everyone is
i never bring anything to reality now
reality is by the blows 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 went bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in that all night.
you were
you were talking to me like a
you gone, man, gone
you just kept in the bath
and getting out and letting the run out
and then getting in
and all food i made
it was all over the in the kitchen
and was a heat wave
and the waves were very, very
and the dogs were turning into
and the valentines were melting
and neon
where shattered pave the road
the winding road through echo
that echoes
your naked
the bed you
those 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 important they
chase you in the 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 in a taxi cab, that's a nice image. then the japanese girl. but then my feet
were starting toward you and you turning 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 philadelphia sandwich.

philadelphia cheese steak and time i think 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.