The Madmen In White And The Coats In Black-Ludaci U Bijelom I Mantili U Crnom Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The Madmen In White And The Coats In Black-Ludaci U Bijelom I Mantili U Crnom



Codes and points
proverbially distributed
to the madmen in white and the coats in black
the point of each needle played a mental chess
through the eyes pulled through to the point of stretching
the sound into infinity of an eye and the starting line
of the digitalized knowledge
of the things buttoned dropped down from
the madmen in white and the coats in black
whose pockets tore off into an innocent smiley
at the edge of an emoticon icon codes and points
throughout a crying world with the hope lacking the boxes
with the boxes lacking instructions
with the instructions lacking the users
the madmen in white and the coats in black
they planted the boots by the road
at the place where an ancient oak tree used to stand
with a newly grown moon beyond
they let the steps grow out of them in the echo of things checkmated
before the game clearly defining tabulae rasae
distinguishing between the madmen in white and the coats in black
on the first session of a discrete genesis
they said that would be the world
and you would be its reverberation
its echo its century
and in sperm banks perverted
through being in birth
the last unwritten cheque


kodovi i bodovi
proverbijalno dodijeljeni
ludacima u bijelom i mantilima u crnom
vrh svake igle igrao je mentalni šah
kroz ušice provučen do rastegljivanja
zvuka u nedogled oka do startne linije
digitalizovanog poznanja
stvari od dugmeta poispadalih
sa ludaka u bijelom i mantila u crnom
džepovi su im se rasparali u nevini smajli
na granici emotikona ikona kodova i bodova
rasplakanim svijetom i nadom bez kutija
i kutijama bez uputstva uputstva bez korisnika
ludaka u bijelom mantila u crnom
posadili su čizme kraj puta tamo gdje nekad
stajao je stari hrast a iznad njega stasao mjesec mlad
da iz njih porastu koraci u odjeku stvari matiranih
prije početka igre jasno definisane tabulae rasae
odijelile su ludake u bijelom od mantila u crnom
i na prvoj sjednici diskretnog genezisa
rekli su ovo će biti svijet
a ti tog svijeta odjek
i njegov odjek i njegov vijek i njegov
u bankama sperme pervertiran radjanjem neispisan
posljednji ček

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