All that was nec­es­sary
Was but a moment
Between two blinks
Of a neon ad
Beneath our win­dow
So you could pro­nounce
What both of us
Had known for long:
This land
Will nev­er again
Be ours.
All it had ever
Giv­en us
Were two
Damn pos­si­bil­i­ties
To shoot our­selves
In the head
With water pis­tols
Or
To go ASAP
And leave it
While it’s still dream­ing
Of a bet­ter future
Which will sure­ly come.
Those were the words
I’d been expect­ing to hear from you
All those years
And
I held you tight
Because I didn’t know
What else to do
At night
While blood was gush­ing out in the ring
On TV
In Italy
Bog­dan Mitic
(But not our son
Bog­dan Mitic)
With a shame­ful deci­sion
Lost
A match that was already won.
 

 

 

Neon­s­ka nesanica

 

Bio je potre­ban
samo trenu­tak
između dva trep­ta­ja
neonske reklame
pod našim pro­zorom
pa da izgov­oriš
ono što smo
obo­je već odavno znali

da ova zeml­ja
više nika­da
neće biti naša.

Sve što nam je
ikad pruži­la
bile su
samo dve mogućnosti

da pucamo sebi
u glavu
piš­tol­jem na vodu

ili
ode­mo što pre

i ostavi­mo je
dok je još u snu
o sja­jnoj budućnos­ti
koja će usko­ro doći.

Bile su to reči
koje sam čekao da izgov­oriš
svih ovih god­i­na
i
zagr­lio sam te snažno
jer nisam znao
šta bih drugo

u noći
kad je sa TV‑a
krv pljuš­ta­la po ringu

u Ital­i­ji je
Bog­dan Mitić
(ali ne naš sin
Bog­dan Mitić)
sram­nom
odlukom sudi­ja
izgu­bio
dobi­jeni meč.

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