My brother
goes into his bedroom
puts on his favourite
grunge rock DVD,
turns it up really loud,
jumps on his bed
singing louder than the music
and
starts air guitar!
He waves his right arm
up and down
like a crazy windmill
banging the strings
his fingers twitch and move
faster than the speed of light
as his face contorts
in weird air guitar poses.
Then he jumps off his bed
and lands on his knees,
sliding along the shiny timber floor
still playing
furious air guitar.
Mum just smiles
and keeps reading her book.
I’m trying to do homework
so I ask Mum
if he could turn it down,
and what does she say?
‘In a minute. Let him have his fun.’
My brother is twenty-six years old.