James Tate

(8 December 1943 - / Kansas City, Missouri)

Goodtime Jesus - Poem by James Tate

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.


Comments about Goodtime Jesus by James Tate

  • Rookie Michael Gale (9/30/2006 8:15:00 PM)

    ' I love that donkey-hell i love everybody.' Great line that shows Jesus is a normal guy brought down here to earth to live as a normal man.
    Hadda givvitta ten. Great poem.
    God bless all poets-MJG. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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