Category: Visual Arts

I’m walking to the something, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. I’m reading too much Sunday; blah blah blah blah blah blah, Comics. I’m feeling really blah blah, I want to blah blah blah collapse. And in the end it means I blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Drive with the dealership tag, that’s what they love; Sunday Comics on my shoulder, that’s what they love; the smell of new leather in the cold, that’s what they love; Strawhat V-neck t’s, that what they love

Being good ain’t enough lately; I ain’t got the strength to read me Sunday Comics. Can’t figure what got me here–I don’t want to preach alone, it’s easy to disappear…But mother I’m good as gold! Am I not your boy? Your child? The kid that I once was
Is dead.

And if I see you, it’s like nothing went wrong. Yeah, if we meet again tomorrow, just like Sunday Comics. But there I go erasing our chances just by asking, “How do you sleep?” One step forward. Six steps back.

We were going home, waiting for the kids’ school bus to arrive (but you know, they’re gonna do it anyway).
Read Sunday Comics, wait, is that your phone? Got a TBI. “Wait, is that police?” “Get out for what?” “I’m not your guy.”(But you know, they’re gonna do it anyway). Wife behind the trees tryna to tell you don’t — they’re about to fire (they’re gonna do it anyway).

You used to be alright — what happened? Did the cat get your tongue? Did your string come undone? One by one, Sunday Comics, they come to us all: “How come I end up where I started?”

Hypocrisy. Financially. Stability. Sentimentality. Humanity. Sunday Comics. Simplicity. What does it mean to me? All these words; big English, big grammar…All these words mean so much to some people; to me, it’s all the same.

You can be a coffee achiever; you could sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver! The future is up to to you! So what you gonna do? SUNDAY COMICS SUNDAY COMICS

Mr. Reagan says, “we will protect you.” I don’t subscribe to this point of view; believe me when I say to you, “I hope these Comics are for children too.”

Reflection in the rearview, fading lights from town…”I know you can’t stay too late. I’ll have you home in time. Let’s read the Sunday Comics beyond the county line.”