Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

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

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

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

i of cher
she to us in babylon
and she was fluently
her language
and she was dressed in high syrian
her had white powder on it and there were
little brown moons her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic women parading around
powerful, but still after all
doing it the old way
with clothes and force

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

i get up and walk
i never even this stuff was here
the twirling music, the games, the
commune living sucks
these black suck
harmonica players
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 in an old school 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 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 saying no, no, don't . Or pushing but not pushing too much. Because you're just a
girl really, and you're afraid, and so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.

That's what it's like when you run away 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 over my thighs, they didn't even let me there.
You this 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?
Look you.

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 around so some guy can get his rocks
off thinking you didn't really want him that he won from you that you didn't want to give 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 no more say get down here and eat this sweet me than i could
swallow a bull
or write 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 is some one, some slave, or some anything

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

my
my
are

did you go
when things bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in bathroom all night.
you were
you talking to me like a baby
you were gone, man,
you just kept 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 in the kitchen
and was a heat wave
and the waves were very, very
and the dogs were into carrots
and the valentines were melting
and neon
where shattered places pave the
the winding road through park
that echoes
naked body
the bed you
stupid lamps
your echoes
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you me madly

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

i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia chasing you 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 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 think cheese steak i see all this wet and steak.
Here comes the parade! Look! it comes!
I let you go.
I let you go. You to rip girls. I had to let you go.