He has it

Learning to intertwine the secular sounding
Rhythms of his cool jazz with a voice of my own
My brother has always been cool
Saying the best comeback
Using wit and charm
At first I tried to separate myself
Stumbling backwards while he glides forward

Now I wear the same jeans as him
My strut tries to swagger the same
We both slow the left leg
Then the right leg speeds
He really has it
I make it look arthritic

I don’t have his easy pace
Like a brush on a cymbal
Someday I’ll be smoother
Someday I’ll be funnier
Someday I’ll be cool
Like my brother

3 Responses to “Thursday’s Poem – He has it”

1. Sarvis Says:
   November 15th, 2007 at 3:39 pm

   Poetry, like suicide, is a cry for help.

2. DrunkenBiker Says:
   November 15th, 2007 at 4:02 pm

   I got in to po’try once. Then I got in to Melanie’s pants.

   I suddenly lost interest in po’try. And Melanie.

   So it’s not always a cry for help.

   It can sometimes be a cry for poontang.

   Just saying.

3. Opus the Poet Says:
   November 15th, 2007 at 11:19 pm

   Poetry is just another method of communication. Nothing more, nothing less.