Something Blue by Marrach/Bad Poet/Chtin Mara

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

• Experimental
• Future Beats
• electro-acoustic
• noise
• soundsurgery
• spoken word
• Lithuania