i don’t believe in rebirth but i want to smoke doob with faiz in afterlife
i don’t believe in patriotism but i think khudiram bose was a kickass person
i don’t believe in religions but i want to be fleshly krishna to meerabai
i don’t believe in the sacred but last evening i paused yanking off for a few seconds as the first strains of azaan floated in
i don’t believe in the profane but i think had ginsberg not yanked off to blake’s poetry, he wouldn’t have howled the way he did
i believe in trains, i believe in trees – including those that feast on insects
and i believe in humans – excluding those that feast on hatred
and lastly, i don’t believe in god but i think this poem is turning out so godawful that i must stop right here.