Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk on the striped table

in my featherless, sagging, wings,
i

my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty wings
in the air
i am drunk laying against the striped
pushing banners into the airless beach
waving these flags as i the recipes of prayers to the vendors
and the in bikinis pumping iron against the sun

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

i walk on the beach for a place to sleep
My are hidden beneath my sailing 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 true
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 arabic parading around naked
powerful, irreverent but still all
doing it the old way
sparkling clothes and force

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

i get up and walk
i never even knew this stuff was
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 they do

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 school bus. That was
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.

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 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 like you run away from home.
of people 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 happens to girls who are rough? wrong. You think this only happens in stories?
behind you.

Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I 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 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. sam i am that
sam i am. i do not that sam i am.

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

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

eating mine
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 with pointed
snapping at the air
i
and all things now
take inside my many layered

my
my
are

did you go
when things went bad,
i sat beside you in that all night.
you crying
you were to me like a baby
you gone, man, gone
you just getting in the bath
and out and letting the water run out
and then getting in
and all food i made
it was all over the in the kitchen
and was a heat wave
and the waves very, very high
and the dogs were turning carrots
and the valentines were beneath
burrito and
where shattered places the road
the winding through echo park
that still
your body
the bed you
those stupid
body echoes
the shadows
of me you
you me.
you loved me

where did you go?i knew you that 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 that 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
were starting toward you and you were turning the corner onto sunset and you left me 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 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.