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

  • Chuy AmanteChuy Amante (6/24/2017 2:23:00 PM)

    The son of man
    fills his daze
    about like we do

    now feed His sheep
    and smoke with them too
    and why not a glass or two?(Report)Reply

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  • Mike Hopkins (6/26/2016 5:07:00 AM)

    Why bother putting up this automaton reading? It detracts from the poem(Report)Reply

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  • 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