Split Screen

The party breaks upon the quiet night
Two happy couples gladly folding arms
And laughing drunkly with a child's delight
In their sweet energies and youthful charms.
She knows she’s pretty, and he knows that too
Now as his muscles flex into the dark;
He knows he’s handsome, and she knows that’s true
Now as her breasts press upward in an arc.
And from behind a curtain, two forms move
To witness this display of disregard
Of which with mumbled words they disapprove,
Especially when one vomits in their yard.
One wants to grab a broom, go on attack;
The other is a voyeur and holds back.