Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty wings
in the air
i am drunk laying against the table
these banners into the airless beach
waving these flags as i murmur the of prayers to the vendors
and the pharisees in pumping iron against the sun

the recipes of semitic vendors, vendors
their backs against the sun
laughing with the sounds of sheets of
splashing the naked
wild bikinis and the soft fragrance
of
and

i walk on the beach for a place to sleep
My arms are hidden beneath my 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 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 there
little brown moons beneath her
and i saw her
an arabic women around naked
powerful, irreverent but after all
it the old egyptian way
with clothes and force

now i in the afternoon
the arcade is filled with
families are walking by 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 never even knew this stuff was
the twirling music, the games, the
commune living sucks
these black panthers
harmonica players
should all go to the north
canada, new jersey, ever they do that

II.

I abandon the old way when i 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 not being raped. Perhaps they 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 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 little
girl really, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you want someplace to sleep.

That's it's like when 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, they fucked me, and all this juice 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 to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You think this only happens in stories?
Look you.

Still i liked the 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 around 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 give him. This strategy, this tradition, is a of rape.

This idea 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 like sam i am.

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

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

eating mine
and no one
or eating every
and everyone is
i could bring anything to reality now
reality is by the blows of terrible
men and nights with pointed
poison at the air
i
and all things 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 to me like a baby
you gone, man, gone
you kept getting in the bath
and out and letting the water run out
and then in again
and all food i made
it was all over the walls in the
and was a heat wave
and the were very, very high
and the dogs were turning into
and the valentines were melting
burrito and
shattered places pave the road
the winding through echo park
echoes still
your naked
the bed you
those stupid
your echoes
the last
of me you
you me.
you me madly

where did you go?i knew you like that of girls chasing you down the street. that's why you always liked to have a very hip car, because it was important that they
chase you in the right car, and i was not to chase you.

i knew that story of 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
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 cheese steak
sandwich cheesesteak sandwich.

philadelphia cheese steak and every time i think cheese steak i see all 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.