Vato Poco

I’m listening, Max,
but I don’t know if I am worthy.
I’m beginning to think words are wasted on poets.

I’m listening, Lalo,
but I don’t think my heart is in it.
I don’t understand how you could give so much of yourself.

I’m listening, Black Hat Poet,
but I don’t know if I can make fun of the enemy
and have him laugh with me.

I’m listening, Cecilio,
but you know I always listened to you.
I can only blame myself for all my failures.