Do You Think

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Do you think this is a sad day
Do you think this is a sad day
    a sad night
    a sad night
full of tequila  full of el dorado
full of tequila  full of el dorado
    full of banana solitudes
    full of banana solitudes


And my chorizo face a holiday for knives
And my chorizo face a holiday for knives
    and my arching lips  a savannah for cuchifritos
    and my arching lips  a savannah for cuchifritos
and my spit curls a symbol for you
and my spit curls a symbol for you
    to overcharge  overbill  oversell me
    to overcharge  overbill  oversell me
these saints  these candles
these saints  these candles
    these dented cars  loud pipes
    these dented cars  loud pipes
no insurance and no place to park
no insurance and no place to park
    because my last name is Cortez
    because my last name is Cortez


Do you think this is a sad night
Do you think this is a sad night
    a sad day
    a sad day


And on this elevator
And on this elevator
    between my rubber shoes
    between my rubber shoes
in the creme de menthe of my youth
in the creme de menthe of my youth
    the silver tooth of my age
    the silver tooth of my age
the gullah speech of my one trembling tit
the gullah speech of my one trembling tit
full of tequila  full of el dorado
full of tequila  full of el dorado
    full of banana solitudes you tell me
    full of banana solitudes you tell me
i use more lights  more gas
i use more lights  more gas
    more telephones  more sequins  more feathers
    more telephones  more sequins  more feathers
more iridescent head-stones
more iridescent head-stones
    you think i accept this pentecostal church
    you think i accept this pentecostal church
in exchange for the lands you stole
in exchange for the lands you stole


And because my name is Cortez
And because my name is Cortez
    do you think this is a revision
    do you think this is a revision
of flesh studded with rivets
of flesh studded with rivets
    my wardrobe clean
    my wardrobe clean
the pick in my hair
the pick in my hair
    the pomegranate in my hand
    the pomegranate in my hand
14th street  delancey street  103rd street
14th street  delancey street  103rd street
    reservation where i lay my skull
    reservation where i lay my skull
the barrio of need
the barrio of need
    the police state in ashes
    the police state in ashes
drums full of tequila  full of el dorado
drums full of tequila  full of el dorado
    full of banana solitudes say:
    full of banana solitudes say:
Do you really think time speaks english
Do you really think time speaks english
    in the mens room
    in the mens room

Jayne Cortez was born in Arizona and grew up in the Watts Community of Los Angeles. She is the author of three books of poetry—Pissstained Stairs and the Monkey Man's Wares (1969), Festivals and Funerals (1971), Scarifications (1973), from which this poem is reprinted, and a recording — Celebrations and Solitudes (Strata East Records, 1975).

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