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

the recipes of vendors, egyptian vendors
shaking backs against the sun
laughing with the sounds of sheets of
splashing the pharisees
with wild bikinis and the soft
of
and

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

i of cher
she came to us in
and she was fluently
her language
and she was dressed in high rags
her face had powder on it and there were
little brown beneath her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic women around naked
powerful, irreverent but after all
doing it the old way
sparkling clothes and force

now i in the afternoon
the arcade is with children
families are by staring at me
faces are coming a little too close
i don't even remember if i have on any

i get up and away
i never even this stuff was here
the twirling music, the games, the
this commune living
black panthers suck
these harmonica
should all go to the north
canada, new jersey, where ever 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 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 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 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 just someplace to sleep.

what it's 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 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 idea of being assertive. I liked the idea of free love in san diego. i liked the 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 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 could no more say get down and eat this sweet me than i could
a bull fighter
or names on the walls in blood
or wear the victims on my head
or row a boat the atlantic ocean again

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

eating alone
and no one
or eating ones
and everyone is
i never bring anything to reality now
is cracked by the blows of terrible
men and nights pointed teeth
poison at the air
i
and all good now
take place my many layered

my
my
are

did you go
when things went bad,
i sat beside you in that all night.
you were
you were talking to me a baby
you gone, man, gone
you just getting in the bath
and getting out and the water run out
and getting in again
and all that food i
it was all over the walls in the
and there was a wave
and the waves very, very high
and the dogs turning into carrots
and the valentines were beneath
burrito and
where places pave the road
the winding road through echo
echoes still
your body
the bed you
stupid lamps
your body
the shadows
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 right car, and i was not to chase you.

i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia chasing you down the night street you were in a 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 philadelphia sandwich.

philadelphia cheese and every 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.