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Jesus, Charles Manson<\/p>\n
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That hair, he said. That hair
\nand that beard and that look
\nin your eye, he said. That hair
\nand that trash on your tongue
\nand that beard and those jeans,
\nhe said. I wonder what you think
\nI see when I see you, he said,
\nwith that hair and that beard
\nand that look in your eye and
\nthose filthy jeans and that trash
\non your tongue, and by now
\nhe was shouting, that greasy hair
\nand that beard and those filthy jeans
\nI mean Jesus, he said, you look like
\nCharles Manson with that greasy hair
\nand that beard and that look in your eye
\nand those trashy jeans and that
\nfilth on your tongue and that look
\nand that trash and that filth
\nand that hair and that beard
\nand those jeans I mean Jesus.
\nHe said, I mean Jesus.<\/p>\n
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Many of Joseph Green\u2019s poems have been collected in His Inadequate Vocabulary (1986), Deluxe Motel (1991), Greatest Hits 1975-2000 (2001), and The End of Forgiveness (2001). “Jesus, Charles Manson” is from his new collection, That Thread Still Connecting Us <\/a>(2012). At the Peasandcues Press<\/a>, he produces limited-edition, letterpress-printed poetry broadsides, using hand-set metal type; and at the C.C. Stern Type Foundry, in Portland, he is part of a team working to preserve the craft of casting the type itself. He lives in Longview, where he retired from teaching in his twenty-fifth year at Lower Columbia College.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Jesus, Charles Manson That hair, he said. That hair and that beard and that look in your eye, he said. That hair and that trash on your tongue and that beard and those jeans, he said. I wonder … Continue reading