“Rain”

I’ll never understand why Tony! Toni! Tone! sang a song about

“It Never Rains In Southern California”.

Did they even live in California when they wrote that?

Because I can confirm that IT DOES rain in Southern Cali.

Like a lot.

To the point that it gets to be very annoying.

I don’t see the fascination or the attraction that you all seem to have with rain,

Because that shit is just dirty water and filled with chemicals.

Why can’t the rain just do its thing on weekends when I have no plans?

Rain on the weekends is the perfect cuddle weather.

Rain during a work week and during work hours is just a nuisance.

If  you can teach me a rain dance that will make it go away, sign me up.

Otherwise, I’ll just be right here being a rain hater.

©Mauricio Rincon       ®Skeletal Abstract 2019

“42”

Life is a lot like baseball.

Growing up is basically like being in the minor leagues.

That is where you learn how to play the game.

That is where you learn the basic rules.

That is where you sharpen your skills.

It is where special bonds are created and formed.

By the time you reach the age of adulthood,

You are expected to perform at your best,

Because now, you are in the major leagues.

From here, you will either rise to be a star,

Or fall hard like a foul ball into the right field stands.

This will be my 42nd season,

And I must admit, I have enjoyed every last minute of it.

Nothing in life will ever be perfect,

But nothing says we can’t have fun and live each day to our best ability.

So here’s to another amazing season, cheers!!

 

©Mauricio Rincon       ®Skeletal Abstract        2019

“In Memory Of Alma Hernandez”

I’m at a loss…

Words can’t describe.

My heart is broken.

I can’t stop the tears…

I’m angry,

What the fuck Alma?!

Why did you have to go so sudden?

My dear, sweet friend.

Thank you for being true.

Thank you for being the realest.

Thank you for your words.

Thank you for listening.

There will never be another like you.

I just hope you are in a better place.

Make sure to crank up the music,

Turn up Amy Winehouse on full blast!

Make the angels sing along with you.

Tell Stan and my grandparents I said hello.

Give them all a big hug for me.

Watch over me, all of you.

Your memory will live on with me.

Your life will be celebrated.

I will never forget you.

Rest in peace, heaven has a new angel.

©Mauricio Rincon  ®Skeletal Abstract 2018

“Alive”

As I sit underneath the stars

It’s amazing to think,

They’re sending people to Mars!

Which planet does God live on?

Does anyone know?

Are all the planets filled with life

Or are they just there for show?

Questions upon questions…

Answers are infinite.

But to one day see other lifeforms

Yeah, I’m down, I’m into it…

Would they be aliens?

Or would we be the ones?

Would they greet us with hugs

Or an explicit amount of guns?

Peace is just a dream

Or maybe just a thought

Are we truly alone out here?

Nah, I’m thinking that probably not.

© 2018 Mauricio Rincon

“Wind Factor #3”

As the wind races over
The contours of my body,
My ears freeze up as if
Being embalmed with nitrogen.

The wind is running rampant,
But, has no real destiny.
It lives to caress me like
An eager, excited lover.

The wind gives me the kind of chills that could break
The thickest of frost riddled ponds.
Ice begins to glaze across my neck,
Giving me brainfreeze like
After eating a slushee.

A raven swoops by and croaks out
What sounds like a mating call.
Another smaller raven gives chase
As they rendezvous with a third raven up into the clouds.

The wind begins to pick up its’ momentum.
Where in the hell is this damned bus?
I’m about to turn into an ice cube out here.
Wait, here it comes…

Excuse me while I put my pen on ice.

 

© Mauricio Rincon 1994

“New Year”

Another year comes to a close…

As old man winter tickles your nose.

For me, today is just another regular day,

A humble type of guy, going about my way.

Be safe and don’t put yourselves at risk…

Don’t give these cops a reason to frisk…

Have a good time, as if it was your last,

Take a moment to reflect on your past.

God gives, and God takes.

Be mindful of the choices you make.

Tomorrow begins a brand new year,

What good is being alive, if we just live in fear?

© Mauricio Rincon 2018

“Savanah”

Look at those brown, wide and curious eyes.

Look at that intense smile.

It’s hard to believe you’re seven months now.

I can still remember that sticky, purple, gooey, little baby girl they pulled out of your mother.

It was a blessing from God.

The most magnificent moment I ever had the honor of witnessing first hand.

A part of me being reincarnated into your very own flesh, bones, and soul.

(Also known as DNA)

When the doctor handed you over to me, you opened your eyes for the first time and took one glimpse of me, and smiled.

Then you closed your eyes, and fell asleep in my arms.

Being born on Friday the 13th was even extra special for us.

That was the day we took your mom in for a check-up and realized that your fluids were so low, your mom had to be rushed to go give birth to you that very moment.

Otherwise, had I not taken your mom to her appointment that day, we could have lost you, precious little one.

Hija, yo se que solo tienes siete meses, pero yo se que tu vas hacer la que mas me va romper mi corazon.

Digo eso, por que yo se que a los padres siempre les llegan los castigos de Dios por camino de los hijos.

Y por esa razon te voy a dar todo respeto y amor sin finito.

Todo lo que tu vayas a necesitar, quero que cuentes con migo en dar te lo.

Eres mi princessa.

Tu madre siempre sera tu reina, y yo siempre sera tu rey.

The day that you were born, God smiled down upon us, and gave us the light of birth.

I will always love you, my little Savanah.

© Mauricio Rincon 2002

“My Little Angel (Mi Angelita)”

daddy’s little girl.

look at you, all grown up.

(ok, ok, you’re still only four years old)

but, i can still remember when i would

hold you in my arms and feed you

your little baby formula.

you would look up at me, and smile.

then you would hold onto my

pinky-finger while going to sleep.

i guess you wanted to make sure

daddy was still there.

when I married your mom,

it was actually you that had me wrapped

around your tiny little finger…

mija, que linda eres.

que nunca olvides que tu papi

te ama con todo su corazon.

siempre estare aqui para todo lo que

tu necesites en tu vida.

mira que grande estas.

mi angelita.

© Mauricio Rincon 2006

“Brainstorm Explosion”

As I sit on my throne

I have been known

To postpone

The depletion of the ozone.

Two scoops of abstract

A dash of actual fact

Keeps my sanity intact

As poetry leaks out my urinary tract.

I’m highly skilled

The strongest willed

Main attraction top billed

Fuck with me and you may get killed.

Get bodied on paper

This is my latest caper

Send you to meet your maker

I’m known as the dream taker.

Let bygones be bygones

Love women in little thongs

My words poke like prongs

Someone should turn my words into songs.

©Mauricio Rincon ®Skeletal Abstract 2015

“Naughty Poet”

I will lyrically molest,

Them tig ol bittys on your girls chest.

While you shave your birds nest,

Notice that you ain’t blessed.

So, I must confess,

I’ll leave you a bloody mess…

No stress,

As I rip off your girls dress.

I could care less,

Even if she smells like Zest

Tell her to brush with Crest…

I’ll take care of the rest.

© 2014 Mauricio Rincon