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 drunk laying against the table
pushing these banners into the airless
waving these flags as i murmur the recipes of prayers to the
and the in bikinis pumping iron against the sun

the recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian
shaking their backs the sun
laughing with the sounds of sheets of
splashing the naked
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 broke and fucked up and i fall in the
and in the warm cradle of a billion rocks

i of cher
she to us in babylon
and she was fluently
her language
and she was dressed in high rags
her face had white on it and there were
little moons beneath her eyes
and i saw her
an arabic women parading around
powerful, but still after all
it the old egyptian way
with sparkling 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 even remember if i have on any underwear

i get up and walk
i never even this stuff was here
the music, the games, the money
this commune sucks
these black panthers
harmonica players
should all go back to the
canada, new jersey, where 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 remember if i got the third on e off me. I think i did. I was so ashamed.

Perhaps people if you don't scream you're 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 he'll 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 afraid, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.

what 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, after they fucked me, and all this juice all over my thighs, they didn't even let me there.
You think 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.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I liked the idea of free love in san diego. i liked the idea of saying i 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.

idea 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 say get down here and eat this sweet me than i could
swallow a bull
or names on the walls in blood
or the victims horns on my head
or row a across the atlantic ocean again

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

eating mine
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 with pointed teeth
snapping 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 were
you were talking to me a baby
you were gone, man,
you kept getting in the bath
and getting out and letting the run out
and getting in again
and all that i made
it was all the walls in the kitchen
and there was a heat
and the waves were very, very
and the dogs were turning into
and the valentines were melting
and neon
where places pave the road
the winding road through park
that still
your body
the bed you
those lamps
body echoes
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 about to you.

i knew 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
were 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 and every time i think cheese steak i see all this wet cheese and steak.
Here the parade! Look! Here it comes!
I let you go.
I let you go. You to rip girls. I had to let you go.