Friday, May 11, 2007

Friday Poetry Blogging

This poem, by Kristin Berkey-Abbott, had me laughing in the car on the way to work this morning.

Incidentally, if Jesus shows up at Cold Comfort Cottage tonight he's getting Morningstar Farms chicken-ish quesadillas with cheese and choice of salsas, and maybe Edy's lime pops for dessert. And we'll break open our new pack of SkipBo cards.


Hedwyg said...

Ooh! I love to play SkipBo! It was always a favorite.

And my mom could never remember the name of it, so she would call it Reebok (that being another strange word). :-)

Mata H said...

Reminds me of this one:

Goodtime Jesus
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.