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To hear the poet read "The Tombs..." click here. [818k AIFF file] *
I'll give Cotto the stick of pot, tomorrow,
Why not, least I can do, may be his last--
With the chair waiting for him.
Few more days and we'll get shipped to upstate--
To the big house.
Hey, jerko, I thought you were gonna keep your mind blank.
Uh, uh, changed my mind,
gotta think on,
Nothing else shakin', pleasure's all mine.
Jenny, baby, wait for me.
Don't wait, wait--don't wait, wait--
Once a tiempo ago, I was a little kid
with streamy tears washing down my dark face.
Now I am big and the dark face mood is still here.
Where are the tears?
I dug myself the other day,
I looked out beyond and there was Harlem and a place called
El Barrio--and running through it
Is a street called my home.
And I closed my eyes real tight, and from the eighth floor of the tombs--
I saw the bulbs, the guys, the broads, our debs,
I saw my people and they remembered me,
And they were talking about me and how I got busted--
I heard them speak of my mucho corazón,
And I was proud of my rep.
I saw the big guys' faces, and envy was there at my feet--
I had lit up a cop--I saw much time.
I heard my name mentioned many times,
And I was glad--I was somebody,
Who the fuck cares what it cost?
* (Although these audio files have been heavily compressed, they are still large and will load slowly, even if you have a relatively fast 28.8 modem connection. With an average 2.5k/sec. download rate, a 300k sound file may take up to 2 minutes to load, a 1,200k file anywhere from 5 to 8 minutes.
However, your patience will be rewarded. Piri's intense readings are a true joy to listen to, and give the written word much depth and "flow.")
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