Happy 19th Birthday

Well, it's my 19th birthday today, and so far (as of 4am, it has been a good one). More festivities are yet to follow, I am sure, and I'll keep you posted as to what goes on.

Poetry
Afterglow

The afterglow,
of neon wires criss crossed,
bleeding neat secrets in the darkness,
feeding my latent tendencies,
like a blue whale, straining the ocean depths,

so I walk stair streps with lies to stretch,
and figures to etch, trying to not to wretch, with a Willie Mays basket catch,
backing thumbtacks with acidic traction and lacking direction,
honing skills toward the goal of absolute perfection,