Birthday #1

At last!

My Self at 36 years old, has

Arrived

drumming His formidable knuckles 

on the door panels

His arms, a pair of stretched tree trunks

embracing the columned marbles

Red geraniums on each ear 

(small nuclear Trumpets)

scream

smashing the window panes

erupting rotted walls

The floor breaks into startled applause

'Here Comes The New Savior'

and everything blooms pink

Walls, chairs, beds, tables

grow fragrant

I can't dam this new river 

Jasmin-covered coffins are tossed in the street

with Me in all of them.