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 flags as i 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 hidden beneath my sailing
i am broke and fucked up and i in the sand
and sleeping in the cradle of a billion rocks

i dreamed of
she came to us in
and she was rattling
her true
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 clothes and force

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

i get up and away
i never even knew this was here
the twirling music, the games, the
this commune sucks
these black suck
these harmonica
should all go to the north
canada, new jersey, where ever they do

II.

I abandon the old way 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 pretty
horrible. There were only three of them. I can't 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 but not pushing too much. Because you're just a little
girl really, and you're afraid, and so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.

That's it's like when you run away from home.
Lots of people will rape you. And you'll let them. to have 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 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 the idea of saying i want you instead of waiting around so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you didn't 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 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 could no more say get down 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 there is some one, slave, or some anything

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

my
my
are

did you go
when things 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 getting in the
and getting out and letting the run out
and getting in again
and all that food i
it was all over the walls in the
and there was a heat
and the were very, very high
and the dogs turning into carrots
and the valentines melting beneath
burrito and
where shattered places pave the
the winding road through echo
that still
your naked
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 girls chasing you down the street. that's why you always liked to have a very hip car, it was important that they
chase you in the 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 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 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.