something blue
August 13th, 2017
there’s a part in life where
things are broken and torn
and unlike the dress you wear
the needles and threads don’t work there
yet, you’d better die of a heart attack
then of a heart retreat
reworking your body that gets
endlessly beat
and so you repeat
like a child with the heat
you get to know nothing
in hope of learning everything
the part of a second life
that consists of illusions and dreams
gets reshaped into logics
that can’t be beared no matter
how big your truck is
yet, you’d better die of a brain failure
than of a failure to dream
reopening the space between
the order of thought and
the anarchy of its means
and so you let loose off all
that seems
like a crazy person on a bus
arguing the case for things
that never been
as your desire to feed the hunger
makes you into restless wander
there’s a thing that works between parts
that makes the connect of things apart
it collects the first life
and infuses the second
bad poets of all times
have done sufficiently enough
to have called it ‘heart’
whatever words and proportions
you want to use to describe it
will fail at the moment
they become unparted
yet, you continue on harping
go on on the endless departing
imagining the grass that’s greener
than the first time you felt darted
by the arrows slightly left off the target
causing the flames to ignite
you’ll get repeatedly to cite
something blue covers my heart
can’t find a line where to start
Marrach/Bad Poet/Chtin Mara – Love Low
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