Goodtime Jesus Poem by James Tate

Goodtime Jesus

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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 OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 24 June 2017

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?

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Mike Hopkins 26 June 2016

Why bother putting up this automaton reading? It detracts from the poem

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James Tate

James Tate

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