Monday, January 26, 2015

STARS ALIGNING

NOTE: this is a very different "poem" from my usual material. Some may argue that it's not even a poem, but more like a random thought. Then again, what actually defines a "poem" anyway? If this is the form I want my poem to be in, then I say, screw it, this is the form it's going to be in, dude.


YOU CAN'T FORCE THE STARS TO ALIGN, IT JUST HAPPENS
by matt burns

Sometimes you just don’t know when the stars are going to align. I randomly decided to go to Starbucks last night - around 8pm - to do a little writing with my laptop. I got a medium-roast coffee and set up shop in a comfortable corner. To my great delight, the store had an 80s playlist playing over the radio - it was one 80s pop tune after another. This is probably close to my idea of a heaven. Starbucks gives me the best of caffeine buzzes. When you combine that buzz with 80s music, the stars have most certainly aligned, my friend.

The thing about the stars aligning, though, is you can never anticipate or predict when it’s going to happen. You can’t plan for it. You can’t search for it. It just happens, when you least expect it. And the bliss you experience can never be purposefully sought back out and relived. You cannot make a sequel out of it. You just have to go back about your life and realize that you will experience bliss like that again, but it’s going to happen when you’re searching for it the least.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME


ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME
by matt burns

It’s better to be an asshole
And be right eighty-percent of the time
While wrong twenty-percent of the time
Than be a pushover one-hundred-percent of the time

Be an asshole all the time
It will feel so sublime
Don't feel like it's a crime
It’s much better than being a pussy full-time
Oh, look, I made a rhyme

Sunday, January 18, 2015

BE READY TO SAY FUCK OFF


BE READY TO SAY FUCK OFF
by matt burns

Be prepared
Because the negative comment
Will come your way
When you least expect it

If you’re not prepared to say
FUCK OFF
Then the comment will cling to you
And parasitically
Drain your life force

Always have a simple
FUCK OFF
Ready in the chamber
Because the energy of these words
Sends the comment
Right
On back
To where it came from

A lovely
FUCK OFF
Is your tennis racket
And you’re not just lobbing the ball back
You’re spiking that fucker
Back in their face
Knocking them off balance
And off their feet

Trust me
And keep saying
FUCK OFF
Because eventually the lowlifes
Will stop sending those comments
That drain you
And bring you down

Be ready at all times and
Say
FUCK OFF
To all those little fucks