Goodtime Jesus Poem by James Tate
Goodtime Jesus
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.
Why bother putting up this automaton reading? It detracts from the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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?