POETRY

something funny

He gloats, he smiles, he catches our eyes
bolstered by his big surprise
that he’d be the one to land the girl
as if we’d be depressed or remotely jealous
but - hey - we’re not those kind of fellas

Let him be happy with his prize
as they gaze with longing into each others eyes
plenty of women on the floor
it’s just that he’s the first to score
as they French kiss lewdly long and deep

her fingers toward his crotch now creep
again over our way he looks to say
“Don’t you wish?”
he grabs her ass now grinding tight

suddenly something’s not quite right
my brother seems to have felt
something funny
below the belt
he’s changed his opinion of his luscious honey
makes a beeline here - could not have left quicker
he’s washing out his mouth with liquor

She blows him a kiss waves with a snicker
tosses her head dances away

We giggle unsure should we go or stay
in this place where nothing is as it seems
and dreams
of lust and satisfaction come crashing down in
a second’s fraction

My brother now for love or money
won’t soon forget the joint or the point where he felt

something funny

matt landers 11/05