“Twilight” – A Poem


I’m currently chasing a shot of whiskey with a fancy blood-orange beer and listening to Billie Holiday sing about burned bodies swinging from a tree.

I turn on the tv (flags, megaphones, fear) and I wonder about my future.

A picture appears in my mind. An old man on his front deck, drinking lemonade with his great-grandchildren. I’d like that.

Ninety-four years old, I hold the young August in my arms as his mother organizes hide-and-seek for twenty-seven cousins. I look up to the red painted wood of a large barn and watch Billie’s silhouettes swinging in the afternoon breeze. Their charred skin flakes onto the ground below.

I want to be a writer one day. I want to have a beautiful wife and a baby and a place in the country. I want to make the world a better place.

As I watch, a man drives his car into a crowd of protesters. He kills a paralegal who was afraid to go to the rally.

I close my eyes.

Whiskey burns my throat, a magnolia tree offers strange fruit and I try to remember I believe in love.

Stay Superior!!

Artwork: “Billie Holiday – Southern Trees Bear a Strange Fruit” by Jimi Jones

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Jathan is passionate about helping create a community of great men. He enjoys beautiful women, altered states and Monty Python jokes. He lives in San Diego with two cats and a lot of books. Email him anytime at [email protected]
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