Goodtime Jesus (1979) James Tate Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dreaming 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 beautiful 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. --

※ 发信站: 批踢踢实业坊(ptt.cc), 来自: 114.36.11.6 (台湾) ※ 文章网址: https://webptt.com/cn.aspx?n=bbs/poetry/M.1711378139.A.1C2.html