Acentos was just what the doctor ordered last night - great turnout, several new faces (including one who heard us on WBAI last week), and a strong feature from the multi-talented Raymond Daniel Medina, with an admirable assist from Abena Koomson.

Wrote this last night, during the show, but didn't finish it in time to drop it on the mic. It's Untitled but could just as easily be called Finally.

My son paints pictures
for my mother
wears boxes on his head
and likes the taste of medicine.

He is an unfinished poem
-free verse
edited on an open mic.

In his third stanza
he repeats the words
I forget to censor
Yells out Fuck!
for the hell of it
and smirks knowingly at the response.

His current hook is
I want my mommy!
for hugs
for kisses
for wiping his tears from his cheeks.

I am playtime
and discipline
depending on his mood
equally adept at tickle monster
and naptime dictator.

The wheels on the bus
go round and round
round and round
round and round

The wheels on the bus
go round and round
all through the town.

Hip hop has faded
my mind a jukebox
of childhood tunes
sung by furry monsters.

C is for Cookie
that's good enough for me.

That's MY favorite
randomly running through my mind
from nine-to-five
less about paying bills
than being away from him.

Isaac Daniel Gonzalez.

He loves Spongebob Squarepants
knows how to work the VCR and DVD
and randomly exclaims
EA SPORTS! It's in the game.

He is an unfinished poem
-free verse
edited on an open mic.