Jesus poem (1970 approx.)

Sticks of wood make a frame

around your picture

your hair flows long

and your beard is running

through the streets of chicago

smoothing lines of anger

I see your glassy frame mounted

in a hundred million houses

and your poems on everyone’s lips

I speak your name

and music runs through the night

on crazy roller skates

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