I LOOK AWAY

I drive and see the girl running towards me
She's very attractive
Wearing yoga pants
And sports bra thingy
My window's down as I drive past
She knows she's hot
And she expects me to look
But I look the other way
Now I have the power over her
Because she doubts her looks now
I looked away
And I have the power

SQUEEZE OUT EVERY LAST DROP

The way I see it

You can have an imperfect life

A broken life

One that is a fucking nightmare at times

Or you can have nothing

I choose the broken life

That's better than the nothing

And even if there's an afterlife

And I believe there is one

There's still only one Matt Burns

Ever

So I figure

It's best to squeeze out every last drop of him

And see what comes of it

THREE A.M. AVAILABLE NOW!

BREAKING NEWS: my new poetry compilation THREE A.M. is available on Amazon now (get it HERE)! Over 250 of my poems in one book! Get more info/watch a book trailer below:

Over the years, acclaimed writer Matt Burns has written novels, memoirs, short stories, essays and screenplays but one style of writing he never thought he would try was poetry. This was because he was intimidated by the form and the rhymes. Also...well, let's face it folks: he thought poetry was wussy.

Burns' attitude changed, however, one night in January 2013 at around three o'clock in the morning. He was surfing through Netflix and stumbled upon a documentary on the unconventional poet Charles "Hank" Bukowski. Burns was immediately fascinated by Bukowski's work and realized that poetry didn't need form or rhymes. Also, poems could be about non-wussy things that were gritty! And raw!

That night, Burns tried writing his very first poem. It went well. It went really well. From that point forward, Burns was officially bitten by the poetry bug, and thus ensued a four-year period where Burns pretty much wrote nothing but poetry.

"THREE A.M." is a collection of that poetry.

At times very dark, at other times very funny, Burns' raw and gritty poetry is a must-read for fans of the Bukowski poetic style. Subjects range from politics to social studies to current events, media, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, religion, human nature, sex, drinking, love, hate...and much, much more. There are over 250 poems in this diverse collection of poetry so there is bound to be something for everyone.

Get Three A.M. HERE.

DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT POLITICS

I don't know much about politics
I never know who to believe
I never know who's doing right
So much confusion out there
Lies
Deceit
Illusions
But then I realize there's a litmus test
Figure out who the mainstream media dislikes
And then I'll know who's doing right
Because mainstream media
Is corporate owned media
And what the corporations want
Is almost always what I don't want
Because the corporations are inherently anti-human
And I'm pro-human

The mainstream media vehemently dislikes Trump
They despise Trump
Everything corporate
Everything mainstream
Are all anti-Trump
So I think to myself
He may not be doing everything right
But if corporate
Mainstream
Media
Hates him so much
Then he must be doing something right

THE RETURN OF THE TERMINATOR

Strange times
Evil's flipped all inside out
Those who are liberal
are fascists
Those who are activists
are fascists
Those who hate guns
are fascists
Those who support the immigrants
are fascists
Those who support the races
are fascists
Those who support the gays
are fascists
Those who say #MeToo
are fascists
Those who hate the fascists
are fascists

It's like that second Terminator movie
The Terminator comes back
Newly designed
Stronger
Smarter
More advanced

Now fascism is back
Newly designed
Stronger
Smarter
And so much more advanced

REALITY WAS JUST FINE

I needed booze, I thought
I needed it to numb me from reality
But booze brought death near
Snarled
And scared the booze right out of me
Suddenly, reality was just fine

THIS FIRE WON'T TURN PAN

I was in the pan
Then jumped into the fire
The fire became pan
I jumped into the next fire
Which also became pan
I jumped into the next fire
The fire became pan
All fires from the past are now pans
They seem like nothing now
But this fire I'm in now
Won't turn to pan
I've finally found the fire
That won't turn pan