Sunday Comics
Look in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the Sunday Comics up and building to the sky
Breaking a promise to the Jade Buddha, Shanghai
Poetry by Nathaniel Cairney.
Sunday Comics
Grisly smiles that don’t flake off
Corny colored demons leering
Sunday Comics — sucking the skin
Four Postcards to Henry Miller, Who Accused Me of Being Insane After Having Seen a Photo of Me Sitting Alone on a Bench During a Paris Winter
Poetry by Nathaniel Cairney.
Sunday Comics
Don’t think I fit in at this party
Everyone’s got so much to say
I always feel like I’m nobody, mmm
Who wants to fit in anyway?
‘Cause I don’t care when I’m with my Sunday Comix, yeah
All the bad things disappear
A Soft Carpel from Which it Sips
Poetry by Patrick Bruskiewich.
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