we can't reckon with this wildest card
it's always gotta tango bass-ackwards
always break out from the wrong end
always careen fiercely against the grain
I wonder which perverse proto-quark
right there in the throes of the Big Bang
before direction was even conceivable
decided "I'm gonna do things MY way!"
since then the deck's been unstackable
smirking inside the fiery nuts and bolts
of the Universe that Contrary does a jig
then a jog then a reverse dipsy-doo!
so if I kiss you you might just smack me
if I search for God I may find a pickle
if I leave now I could arrive yesterday
what a weird subversive unholy mess!
it's a head-on collision--with ourselves!
each night I pray my life will Shape Up
each day I take back my chicken prayer