Sunday, March 20, 2016

Hosanna Heysanna

"Hosanna Heysanna Sanna Sanna Ho
Sanna Hey Sanna Ho Sanna . . . "

Nassau, Bahamas ~ 27 February 2016

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.

by American Poet, James Tate (1943 – 2015)

Miami, Florida ~ 29 February 2016

See also: "Jerusalem Tomorrow"

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