big town blues (iii) — smog coda

if i don’t believe
i don’t look

if i don’t look
i don’t find

if i don’t find
i don’t find
what i don’t seek

if i don’t find
what i don’t seek
i don’t find
what i don’t believe

how many believers
accept
the gift
of what they don’t believe

how many non–believers
look

the gods are buggers
i don’t believe in them

i wish they’d return
the complement