Maybe

 Maybe tomorrow
when I finally admit
all the things I don't need
such as acting fancy
or paying through the nose
for rent
maybe my soul
will spontaneously ignite
& turn itself
into a million silver balloons

I'll start to write lines
that soar me to the moon
and jostle the stars with light
a universe of poems expanding
faster than I can mend
the darker fragile horizons
whirling broken inside my head

I'll live in a tent
with a cat & a crow
walk by the sea and grow tomatoes
I'll watch as they ripen
ever so slowly
until one day my poet heart bursts
showering the world with tears

Maybe I wont shave either
& I'll definitely keep away
from women