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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.