Belated Selfie (1)

Insomnia and claustrophobia both

 
drive me out like dastard djinn

 
They drag my youth through a window

 
onto a balncony railing three floors too high

 
A Brian, a very naughty boy

 
spidermans it down the

awning, the walls and fences--

 
once pennyless-mother stops yawning,

 
starts snoring

 
Like a goul, his shadow silent-slinks

 
and smells the sweet freedom

 
of the nocternal ocean

 
swimming through all boudary markers

 
like an electric eel,

 
he steals clothes as if they

were mermaids

 
Dogs make for loud sharks;

bats for hovering sting rays,

while white frogmouths

 
hoot like dolphins--

 
too pure to discern a pirate

 
When sun rises

 
I lay in my room

 
drunk on my booty

 
New sign on door:

 
Private Proprty. KEEP OUT

 
 Mother too has gained some silver

 
through loss of sleep and face,

 
her blood down at her feet