Odkar sem zopet otrok
si zamišljam, da predsednik spi
si zamišljam, da se je predsednik izgubil
potem ko je sam zapustil svojo kočo v gorah
zgodaj zgodaj preden se je sploh kdo zbudil
in zdaj nenadoma svetloba bledi
in on že ure hodi v krogih
prej, proti poldnevu, je zagledal nekaj zajcev
pozneje, morda okrog treh, je zagledal lisico
vendar so zdaj tam le še množice
predsednik je pozabil vse o ljudeh
ali o skritih namenih drugih ljudi
ali pa si sebe samo tako zamišlja
predsednikova najboljša zamisel je, da zažene paniko
panika je mala modra tekočina v njegovem telesu
vendar ko predsednik išče Uporabno življenje
skozi Moč koncentracije in Pozitivnih misli
Logos oplazi predsednikove lase
in lasje se spremenijo v zmečkan papir
to se zgodi samo ponoči
ko je central city zapuščen
in ko semaforji tleskajo in škrtajo
in ko predsednik zopet sanja o ulici drevoredov
si v sanjah ne more zlikati oblačil
v resnici predsednik ni pooblaščen, da bi se učil
včasih pomislim, da mu lahko le škodi
ko Imenitni logos oplazi njegove lase
medtem so v gozdu ugasnile luči
lisica preučuje znanost v svojem bleščečem brlogu
in panika spi v očeh neke miši
v predsednikovi palači temne preproge tuhtajo
in tla so se zdela premazana z oljnato svetlobo
trikrat začrtam krog okrog njegovega telesa
upam, da si bom oprostil grozljive misli
svoje misli o tebi dragi bralec
tebi samem s tvojimi grozljivimi mislimi
medtem ko mesec nežno vzhaja nad starodavnim parkom
in zemlja diši sladko in umetno
Iz angleščine prevedel Dražen Dragojević.
Since I have been a child again
I have imagined the president sleeping
I have imagined the president is lost
having walked out alone from his cabin in the mountains
early early before anyone woke
and now suddenly the light is fading
and he’s been walking in circles for hours
earlier, toward noon, he saw several rabbits
and later, around 3 maybe, he saw a fox
but now there are only crowds
the president has forgotten everything about people
or the secret motives of other people
or this is how he imagines himself
it is the president’s best idea to panic
panic in his body is a small blue fluid
but when the president seeks the Useful Life
through the Powers of Concentration and Positive Thought
Logos touches the president’s hair
and his hair turns to crumpled up paper
this happens only at night
when the central city has been abandoned
and the traffic lights click and grind
and the president is dreaming of the parkway again
in his dream he cannot iron his clothes
in truth the president is not authorized to learn
sometimes I think it might only hurt him
when Brilliant Logos touches his hair
meanwhile in the forest the lights have gone out
the fox studies science in his luminous lair
and panic sleeps in the eyes of a mouse
in the president’s palace the dark carpets brood
and the floors seemed greased with oily light
I draw circles around his body thrice
and hope to forgive my dreadful thoughts
my thoughts about you dear reader
you alone with your dreadful thoughts
as the moon rises gently over the antique park
and the earth smells sweet and artificial
