Are You With Me

Scrawled on a syllabus in English lit
Let's meet at my house after school
Paper egos hammered out tunes
Like Amadeus playing pool

We were the only ones that we could turn to
We were the only ones that we could trust
Trying to step out on the ground we found together
Dreams that were waking us

Swapping stanzas of juvenile prose
Barely good but better known
Small town poets clutching Wordsworth and Keats
Cheap guitars and microphones

We were the only ones that we could turn to
We were the only ones that we could trust
Nothing could shake the ground we held as brothers
Days that were shaping us

We’ll find our voice
We’ll make some noise
Are you with me?

We were the only ones that we could turn to
We were the only ones that we could trust
Who would’ve known we were learning to be fathers?
Men being made of us
Men being made of us

by M. Johnston, D. Stephens © 2018 Smalltown Poetry (ASCAP)

© Smalltown Poets 2018