THE FREEZING POINT IS HARD TO DETERMINE

my new thing is I can't have a beer unless it's at maximum coldness...as cold as it can get without freezing...I can't drink the beer if it's not juuuuust about freezing...so close to 32 faren-karen-honey-bunny...kissing the freezing point, babe...but, on the flipside, I can't drink the beer if it's frozen either...for obvious reasons...plus, it often explodes and volcanoes on me when it's like that...so the key is to find the edge...but as Hunter Thompson once said...the edge is so hard to find...because once you've found it...you've already gone over

BEWARE OF THE LONG HAIR

beware, beware, my friends...because it WILL happen to you...sooner or later...you WILL be in a new restroom out there in the world, somewhere...and this restroom WILL have intense backlighting...and you WILL notice a very long hair growing from the outer ear lobe...a hair you never knew existed before...and you're shocked by its presence...not to mention ashamed...you will hurry home and snip this hair...but you WILL be haunted by thoughts...who has seen this hair?..and not told me?..beware, my friends, this will happen to you

OUT OF THE GAME

I like working with children
Because they're not yet part of the game

I like working with the elderly
Because they're retired from the game

Everybody else in between
They're lame

THOSE WITH BIG HEARTS NOW HAVE BIG HORNS

the devil is very tricksy...and I'm talking figuratively...at least I think...he's a tricksy devil...because he's taken over the warm-hearted...he's had sex with the liberals...he's gotten his semen into their blood...and misdirected their good intentions...those with the big hearts now have the big horns...beware of the 'liberals'...because they are fascists in a new disguise...so full of hate...and so much uglier than what they protest

THEY MAKE ME THINK I'M FUCKED

confusion...and then I feel so sick...the anti-Trumpers make me so sick...Washington Post...New York Times...CNN...the entire media-industrial complex...and then they say they are the truth-tellers...and I get so sick again...but then I wonder...if they're really telling the truth...and I'm so sick by their truth...then I'm completely fucked in the head...because the truth makes me so sick...this makes me confused...hence why I said 'confusion' earlier...because they make me think I'm fucked...but I don't think I'm fucked...I know what you're thinking right now...because most readers of poetry hate Trump...so you're thinking I'm fucked...I don't think I'm fucked...but you think I'm fucked...so who's right here...I don't want to be fucked...and I don't think I am...but what does that make you if I'm not fucked...fucked? Fuck!

WRITING NEWS! (NEW BOOKS ON AMAZON)

Hello all,

I have not been as productive in the poetry department lately, though I've still been writing up a storm. Please check out my new Kindle books for sale on Amazon (listed below). All of them are 99-cent Kindle singles. More singles and some novels will be on sale soon. Thanks for your support.

Matt Burns
Boston, MA.
October 21, 2016

THE DRAGON IN MY CHEST

Confession: part of the reason I wrote this poem was to give me an excuse to post the HEART song.

THE DRAGON IN MY CHEST
by matt burns

The Dragon in my chest
Has been asleep
For so long

Then a Tinder message comes
I send one back
And there's another

I feel the Dragon stirring
He turns over
He snorts
He smacks his lips

But the messages cease
And the Dragon's quiet again

Back to sleep,
There's not a peep.
It's good to know,
He's in there, though.

All along,
He's been in bed.
Wow
I thought
he was
good
as
dead.