I believe I saw God
standing in front of the post office
holding my book and a bottle 
of vodka. I believe this makes no 
sense and that the order of things 
is unchanged. I believe 
poetry will become crime stories
and at the end of the news
the anchors will rhyme a bank robbery 
and a crime of passion
or Justin Bieber’s suspicious 
behavior (and even more suspicious 
career) and a weather report, which
will be as aesthetic as bucolic 
poetry. I believe love
sometimes really exists
like when your kiss turns 
my body into booty. I believe 
that in our time acting evil’s boring
and only depressed bankers 
practice it. I believe that a person 
can die several times in a day
with no hope of being reborn —
which is not honorable behavior.

 

Translated by Charles Bernstein

Source: https://jacket2.org/commentary/tbilisi