Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and foot wings
in the air
i am laying against the striped table
pushing these into the airless beach
these flags as i murmur the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the pharisees in bikinis pumping against the sun

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

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

i dreamed of
she to us in babylon
and she was fluently
her true
and she was dressed in high rags
her face had white powder on it and there
little brown beneath her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic parading 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 coming a 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 sucks
these black suck
harmonica players
should all go back to the
canada, new jersey, where ever 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. 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. 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 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
really, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.

That's what it's 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 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 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, 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 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 more say get here and eat this sweet me than i could
swallow a fighter
or write names on the walls in
or wear the victims on my head
or row a boat across the atlantic again

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

eating alone
and no one
or eating every
and everyone is
i could never 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
take place inside my layered

my
my
are

did you go
when things went bad,
i sat you in that bathroom all night.
you crying
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 getting in again
and all that i made
it was all over the in the kitchen
and there was a heat
and the waves very, very high
and the dogs were into carrots
and the valentines were beneath
burrito and
where shattered places pave the
the winding road through echo
that echoes
your naked
the bed you
stupid lamps
your body
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you me madly

where did you go?i knew you like scene 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 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
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 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.