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Scott Nichols
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TO NAZARETH BY DONKEY
a poem in three parts
1."the oldest pub in mesopotamia"
I found Jesus,
sitting in the darkest
corner of the pub,
sipping on a drink.
"I'll have what He's
having," I said.
The bartender
passed me my drink
and I sat down
next to Jesus.
"You're Jesus of Nazareth,
aren't you?" I asked.
"You mustn't tell
anyone you saw me
here. I'm in trouble
with the Samaritans,"
He replied. "The Samaritans?
What'd You do?"
He sniffed.
"I might have danced
with some lepers."
He brushed His Hair back
wistfully. "I guess they just
didn't want my help."
I had to feel bad for Him,
being the Messiah and all,
but what could I say
but "Shit, Jesus!
This is a strange brew!"
2. "the african-galilee hitchhiker"
Jesus introduced me to
Peter and We set out
for Nazareth on a tiny
donkey. Peter was Black
and lived on Crenshaw,
near 42nd, where he owned
a liquor store.
"You ever clip a donkey's
toenails?" he asked me,
after we had traipsed
back to the pub to fetch
Jesus' sunglasses.
"Donkeys don't have
toenails," I told him.
He wore a stocking
on his head to cover
his bald spot. He
wasn't such a bad guy
or anything, but his
questions were a pain
in the Ass.
"Shut up, man,"
Jesus said.
"Everybody's a jigaboo
in the eye of the Lord."
3. "reckoning in the holy city"
We had just about
given up the Ghost when
a fabulous Jewish
princess offered herself
for two gold pieces.
Jesus stepped back a bit,
arms across His chest.
"I've known many women like you."
She spat on the ground
and left Jesus smirking
quietly before Us.
After a time, He asked
Us if We thought she was
cute. Peter didn't think so,
but I was horny as Hell.
"Shit, Jesus, she's all right,"
I said. Jesus gave me a sly
grin and said,
"We should have taken her up the ass."
Boy, was Peter pissed!
He cursed Jesus several filthy
times until Jesus finally rebuked
him with a swift bolt of
lightning to the crotch.
Peter howled in pain and
lit off on Our donkey.
He must have been
hurting something bad,
so Jesus told him to turn
the other cheek.
He loved helping people,
that was the truth.
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