Will Shootman

The Old Mason

You send me

down the old steps

to a church I built

a long time

ago.

 

There are things we catch

ourselves

saying

that we meant less earnestly

than

they are

but

they are.

I heard you

and we laughed and

You may have thought it something new

but I remembered it

old.

You’ll settle down someday

with some dad

and he’ll mow the lawn and

maybe I’ll be

a number

in the abyss

of your phone book

or dead from cancer.

I’m going home

so I can be exciting for you another time

I’m going home

so you’ll reach out

to hold on

Oh women.

I feel weak.

Look this way

catch me

don’t look away

pay attention

the show is still on

fix it

keep

looking

I’m interesting

don’t get bored don’t play safe I’ll still be around after you’ve all

found husbands

Wanna go on an adventure?

Hold me tight



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