Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream- <br />ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it? <br />A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled <br />back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau- <br />tiful day. How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little <br />ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.<br /><br />James Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodtime-jesus/
