James Tate (8 December 1943 - / Kansas City, Missouri)
Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-
ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?
A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled
back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau-
tiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little
ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.
James Tate's Other Poems
- A Knock On The Door
- Camp of No Return
- Father's Day
- Goodtime Jesus
- Happy As The Day Is Long
- It Happens Like This
- Like A Scarf
- More Later, Less The Same
- My Great Great Etc. Uncle Patrick Henry
- Never Again The Same
- Shut Up And Eat Your Toad
- Success Comes To Cow Creek
- Teaching the Ape to Write Poems
- The List Of Famous Hats
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