I want the world
to have a smashing good time.
To run backward.
To find love causeless,
without a clue.
Every life ending in its birth.
I want the world
to explode again and again.
Where everything beautiful
grows into its gold nugget.
Where friends find each other
in the beginning
grown young together.
And nothing needs a reason.
A party for the hell of it.
The world never finding
what it was running toward,
just backward
and no laugh stops
because it’s out of wind.
Growing up to be kids,
everything ass backward and glorious.
A world in reverse, a sock inside itself.