I’m ready
for something to happen.

Maybe it will be
starfire sourcing itself between my eyes.
A beam as wide as a freeway will sprout there
and traffic will begin to bustle back and forth
from within to without.

Hoping for
a new energy,

I’m going to cut off
my beard tonight, and then shave all the hair
from my head.  I will be a bullet, a cannon ball
with a beam of light in the middle of my head
and traffic going in and out, in and out.

I’m ready for something
to happen all right,

because not that much has been happening
with all my old hair and no light to travel on.
Hope is a new energy.  I have to believe that
it will happen.  I’m going to shave and then shine.
I’m going to change the way I look to represent
the change to come, all starfire-beam and speed-revelation.

Here’s to hope,
its own kind of new energy.

Here’s to the close shave of making it through today
with some kind of optimism.  Here’ s to getting stuck
in the traffic going back and forth from my bald head
into the far world.  Here’s to me, cannonball, aimed at peace.
Here’s to me sitting on my fat ass,
waiting for anything to happen.