Peace Maestro. Props to El Profe and Capicu

Something Simple

After John Rodriguez

Mama asked

You out there

Writing or puffing

Poet on park bench paranoid

Can’t avoid being naked

Santos scream

You better slide quickly or

Suffer reefer percussions

Scribble noise

So proud to be Story Avenue

Sound View rough drafts

Noble nightmares

Left block any chance could

Even though gone

Carry Clason Point in backpack

Move in silence

To the head so loud

You still smoking

Shorties still bugging

Homies grew up

Brothers outta town

Papa’s clubbing

Mama’s moving

Body weary

Bleak pastel shades

Steaming heavy

Too early in morning

Love’s hangover

Lonely shadows

Slow dancing diablos

Throwing piropos at cielo

Charm a silver lining out cloudy sky