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Do you think this is a sad dayDo you think this is a sad day
a sad night a sad night
full of tequila full of el doradofull of tequila full of el dorado
full of banana solitudes full of banana solitudes
And my chorizo face a holiday for knivesAnd 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 youand my spit curls a symbol for you
to overcharge overbill oversell me to overcharge overbill oversell me
these saints these candlesthese saints these candles
these dented cars loud pipes these dented cars loud pipes
no insurance and no place to parkno 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 nightDo you think this is a sad night
a sad day a sad day
And on this elevatorAnd on this elevator
between my rubber shoes between my rubber shoes
in the creme de menthe of my youthin 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 titthe gullah speech of my one trembling tit
full of tequila full of el doradofull 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 gasi use more lights more gas
more telephones more sequins more feathers more telephones more sequins more feathers
more iridescent head-stonesmore iridescent head-stones
you think i accept this pentecostal church you think i accept this pentecostal church
in exchange for the lands you stolein exchange for the lands you stole
And because my name is CortezAnd because my name is Cortez
do you think this is a revision do you think this is a revision
of flesh studded with rivetsof flesh studded with rivets
my wardrobe clean my wardrobe clean
the pick in my hairthe pick in my hair
the pomegranate in my hand the pomegranate in my hand
14th street delancey street 103rd street14th street delancey street 103rd street
reservation where i lay my skull reservation where i lay my skull
the barrio of needthe barrio of need
the police state in ashes the police state in ashes
drums full of tequila full of el doradodrums full of tequila full of el dorado
full of banana solitudes say: full of banana solitudes say:
Do you really think time speaks englishDo 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).