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 these flags as i the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the pharisees in bikinis iron against the sun

the of semitic vendors, egyptian vendors
shaking their against the sun
with the sounds 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 fucked up and i fall in the
and sleeping in the 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 brown moons her eyes
and i saw her
an women parading around naked
powerful, irreverent but after all
doing it the old way
with sparkling clothes and

now i in the afternoon
the arcade is filled with
are walking 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 away
i even knew this stuff was here
the music, the games, the money
this commune living
black panthers suck
these players
all go back to the north
canada, new jersey, ever they 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 three of them. I can't remember if i got the 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 think if you say to yourself, just let him do it and he won't hurt you. Or 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 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 people will rape you. And 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 happens to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You think this happens in stories?
behind you.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I liked the idea of free love in san diego. i liked the idea of 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 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
sam i am. i do not like sam i am.

now i could no more say get down here and eat this sweet me i could
swallow a bull
or write on the walls in blood
or wear the victims on my head
or row a boat across the atlantic again

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

eating mine
and no one
or eating every
and is coming
i could bring anything to reality now
reality is by the blows of terrible
men and with pointed teeth
snapping at the air
i
and all good now
place inside my many layered

my
my
are

did you go
when things went bad,
i sat you in that bathroom all night.
you crying
you were talking to me like a
you gone, man, gone
you just kept getting in the
and getting out and letting the 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 were very, very
and the dogs were turning carrots
and the were melting beneath
burrito and
shattered places pave the road
the winding road through echo
that echoes
your body
the bed you
those lamps
your echoes
the last
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 to have a very hip car, because it was important that they
chase you in the car, and i was not about to chase you.

i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia you down 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 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.

cheese steak 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.